...
Time passed slowly.
A few days went by.
Xing Jinglong didn't come over to provoke him again, so Lin Zheyu enjoyed the leisure.
If it weren't for the tea house's business getting worse and the city's prices getting higher, life would have been more comfortable.
Inside Baihua Tower.
Lin Zheyu hadn't been there for a long time.
But he couldn't resist Jia Yanrong and a few others enthusiastically inviting him.
Afterwards.
On the second floor of Baihua Tower, watching the stage.
The group sat listening to songs, admiring dances, and boasting.
"Mr. Lin, how do you feel? Isn't Miss Zhong's voice particularly smooth?"
Xie Jiang came over with a mischievous grin and said.
He had completely changed his way of addressing, even Jia Yanrong and others followed suit, calling him Mr. Lin, which left Lin Zheyu speechless.
You call me Mr. Lin, I call you Mr. Xie, Mr. Jia, everyone calls their own names, no big deal.
