Xia Chichi had not noticed Zhao Changhe as he had disguised himself. Furthermore, the chaotic street was filled with women soliciting customers. It would be difficult for her to recognize him at a glance. Lost in thought for a moment, Zhao Changhe saw Xia Chichi enter the brothel, vaguely hearing someone welcoming her from inside, “Oh, Mister Luo, you’re here again! We especially saved heaven room one for you.”0

Damn, she’s a regular? How long has she been here?0

Lady Three said that the Four Idols Cult had no influence here, and that was indeed the case. The brothel Xia Chichi had just entered was not under the Four Idols Cult’s control. Zhao Changhe could not fathom what Xia Chichi was planning by becoming a regular customer here.0

With Xia Chichi here, there’s no need to play along anymore… Zhao Changhe unceremoniously pushed away the random prostitute he had grabbed and strode into the brothel Xia Chichi had entered.0

Behind him, Yang Qianyuan hurriedly to catch up after him, utterly confused. “Sir, sir?”0

“Oh.” Zhao Changhe turned, smiling, and tossed him a piece of silver. “This place looks good. Enjoy yourself. I don’t have the habit...0