Zhang Qiling and Fatty exchanged a glance, both harboring an ominous foreboding in their hearts. There was undoubtedly some notorious trick to this chair; otherwise, why would the entire hall be casting sidelong glances?
More importantly, everyone sitting in the second-floor private rooms was seated in the right-hand chair, without exception. It was as if sitting in the left-hand chair would lead to some terrifying consequence.
What happened next indirectly proved his conjecture. A group of slender, graceful female attendants walked up carrying teapots and refreshments, which they placed before Wu Xie. After bowing respectfully, they handed him a gold-traced menu.
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