"Well... you've certainly asked the right person, Master! There's no one whose background in Qinghe City escapes this concubine's knowledge!"
Miaotong's beautiful eyes shimmered like water, her pretty face flushed crimson. Panting heavily like a fish out of water, she parted her red lips slightly and exhaled a fragrance like orchids.
The Snow Moon House routinely catered to all sorts of people from every corner of Qinghe City. Memorizing who could not be offended and who belonged to which faction was a mandatory part of their basic training.
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