Even Jiang Lu himself frowned upon seeing it.
"Of course." The girl said with a playful laugh: "This is a brothel after all. It's inherited this kind of style, you know, human aesthetic?"
Queen Mother of the West pressed the photo against Jiang Lu's chest and glared at him, demanding, "What do you have to say for yourself?"
After thinking it over, Jiang Lu said: "Youthful folly, I guess."
Just then, a clamorous noise arose followed by a group of people bursting into the room.
Seeing the confused girl, the supervisor, with a face full of difficulty, helplessly explained, "These guests suspect us of consumer fraud and insisted on coming up. I couldn't stop them."
As soon as she finished speaking, the leader among them shouted:
"I want to see how you regard my old leader, just what kind of nonsense are you doing with his legacy!"
But just after his outburst, he saw a familiar face in the crowd and stood there dumbfounded.