363 Withering Camellia②

South of Beifeng City, the Northern Tea House.

On the third floor, in an ancient-styled private room, five people sat around a table.

The table was placed by the window.

Deng Yuxiang sat on a wooden chair, her elbow resting on the windowsill, gazing down at the bustling, joyous, and harmonious scene below.

Hu Jiaojiao sat close to Deng Yuxiang, and directly opposite was Lu Ran, who also sat by the window.

"Creak~"

The wooden door opened, and a few waiters dressed in plain clothes came in carrying tea and snacks.

"Miss, you haven't visited in a long time."

The one leading was a middle-aged man, his overly enthusiastic smiling face bearing the words "flattery."

Hu Jiaojiao glanced at the man: "Did I cause you trouble?"

The man jumped with fright and hastily replied, "Not at all, not at all, this room is always reserved for you..."