章 102: She Can't Leave

The scorching sun beat down relentlessly on the earth, but inside the teahouse, the air was cool and refreshing.

"Excuse me, how many people are in your group, Sir?" inquired a waitress dressed in a qipao with a friendly smile as she held the door open for the guests.

Yi Hong calmly surveyed his surroundings. "I'm looking for someone. Room number seven."

"May I ask for your name, sir?"

"Yi."

"Please follow me."

Yi Hong took a step forward, with Zhang Cheng close behind.

After passing through an ornate corridor and walking for about ten steps, they finally arrived at a wooden door.

The waitress bowed respectfully. "Please, gentlemen."

Yi Hong pushed the door open, and the first thing that caught his eye was a tatami mat, next to which was a vase of lilies in a slender porcelain vase. The room was filled with a delicate fragrance of tea, instantly calming.