"Understood."
The man acknowledged the order and left once more.
Zhang Fan turned back and smiled at Wu Liangchen. "Master Wu, what do you think of my arrangements?"
Wu Liangchen also gave a slight smile. "You're too kind. This is your territory, so we'll do things your way."
Zhang Fan rubbed his hands together with a sly grin. Just as he was about to say something, another person ran in from outside.
"Boss, that He Chang'an is here. He hasn't requested any of the girls and is just sitting in his room drinking tea. Looks like he's waiting for someone."
"Good. Keep him under secret surveillance."
"Yes, sir!"
While Zhang Fan was secretly deploying his men, He Chang'an was sitting in his room, drinking tea with a heart full of anxiety.
Anxiang Pavilion served only the finest floral teas, but at this moment, the sweet brew tasted like wax in He Chang'an's mouth.
He had been feeling an intense sense of crisis lately.
