Soon, the yin yang hot pot and all sorts of ingredients were served.0

While the broth was boiling, Qing Ling stood up to make her own dipping sauce. After taking two steps, she turned around and asked, “Should I make one for you too?”0

“Sure.” Gao Yang was feeling too lazy to stand up.0

Through the gaps between the screens, he saw Qing Ling’s tall, slim, and beautiful figure walking through the main hall hazy with steam, attracting glances from other male patrons left and right.0

Gao Yang’s thoughts strayed.0

Given his current savings, it would be easy for him to exchange one jinwu for cash to support his family.0

Ever since his grandmother...0