Liu Zixuan's table had three people in total, and the one who just spoke was a very tall man, very fair-skinned. If he wore women's clothing and put on some makeup, he would blend in among women without being noticed. More importantly, his voice was relatively light, and his manner of speaking was quite effeminate.
Beside them, watching and smiling at the two was a not very tall, slightly chubby guy, who looked quite honest and straightforward.
Liu Zixuan smiled upon hearing this, took out the folding fan, and exhibited a scholarly demeanor: "Since it's just the three of us at this table, let's begin."
"Alright, this young master is too lazy to waste words with you."
The effeminate man glanced at Liu Zixuan, then said, "Who will start with the first line?"
