C186 Discriminating Clouds and Mud

The inner room was completely different from the simple and crude outer room. It was dressed like the bedroom of a woman in a deep room, and Zhuang Qing could even smell a hint of fragrance. Originally, she reflexively held her breath, but found that the waiter beside her was expressionless.

As they walked further in, they saw a picture of a crane cry with golden threads drawn on it. Behind it