Hearing Jia's words, Jiang Shouzhong was speechless.
Damn it, this guy really knows how to lick boots.
Qing Niang's mouth twitched, squeezing out a stiff smile:
"There's no need to change your name, remembering Jia is enough... Oh right, I still have guests over here. Who was it, Xiaohong, take these three gentlemen to Donghuan Pavilion."
"Alright, Qing Niang."
A pretty young girl came running over, curtsied to the three men known as Lu Renjia, and said crisply, "Gentlemen, please follow me."
"Eh, Qing Niang..."
Lu Renjia wanted to say something else, but Qing Niang had already turned away.
Lu Renjia wanted to follow her but was stopped by Zhang Yunwu tugging at his sleeve, so he had to stay his steps and followed Xiaohong to the second floor.
Watching them go upstairs, Qing Niang patted her chest, took a deep breath, and came in front of Jiang Shouzhong, apologizing with a smile, "I'm sorry, Jiang, I ran into a couple of old acquaintances and delayed your time."