A Young City Lord like Tianfang Yizhong naturally cares about face, but it's mostly just in front of their subordinates to save face, put on airs, and show off. Now, with only the two of them in the dining room, and no one else around, although Wang Xiaoqiang's words made him ashamed and angry, he didn't dare to show it. He merely put down his wine cup and clapped his hands three times.
Before the applause had even died down, seven stunning women entered the dining room with lotus steps and began to sing and dance. The leading dancer was even more beautiful; Wang Xiaoqiang thought she could rival even the looks of Jiantong and Wumei. Indeed, beauties reign supreme in this Ancient Immortal Realm.
