Tang Li stood at the door, not following Fu Si into the private room right away, considering her identity to some extent, after all, she wasn't anything to Song Baiyan, and couldn't just stroll in like Fu Si did.
Many times, such card games are equal to social engagements.
She wanted to wait until Fu Si confirmed everything was fine before entering.
"Why not come in?" The partially closed door of the private room was suddenly pulled open, and Fu Si appeared at the doorway, noticing that Tang Li was indeed outside, he reached out, hesitated, and finally took Tang Li's left wrist: "It's just a few greasy middle-aged men, don't be nervous."
Pulled by Fu Si, Tang Li took a few steps inside.
The private room was much larger than the one next door, with a color tone that was warmly white with a hint of softness, matched with the deeply textured dark wood. Such decor resonated with the grey tiles and black bricks outside the window, exuding Oriental antiquity everywhere.
