Whether it was the imposing manner shown by Song Ning that frightened the bodyguard, or he simply didn't want to be rude in front of the guests, after apologizing, he went in to report to Yin Laojiu.
Shortly after.
The bodyguard came out and invited the two inside.
Zhou Yang glanced at Song Ning, not bad.
Song Ning blinked with a hint of pride, smiling smugly, "Of course!"
Upon entering the villa's grand hall, the opulent luxury hit them like a wave.
A fat, bald old man wearing a white robe sat on the couch, with two formidable-looking bodyguards standing behind him and a beautiful woman in a green cheongsam serving at his side.
Yin Laojiu had no other hobbies; his first was greed, and his second was lust.
But with age, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. He kept a vase-like beauty beside him to please the eye, occasionally stroking her thighs to satisfy his hands.