A plain middle-aged man walked up to the second floor of the teahouse with his head lowered all the way, arriving at the private room where Bai Shuitang was located.
Bai Shuitang glanced at the silhouette behind the beaded curtain and casually waved his hand. Bai Zhan, understanding the signal, walked out directly.
As he was leaving, Bai Zhan glanced at this middle-aged man and found that his body was not fat, but his face was large, giving a fierce impression, and his gaze was very cold.
Bai Zhan didn't linger, stepping down the stairs and leaving at once.
The middle-aged man then lifted the beaded curtain and entered the private room. He sat down opposite Bai Shuitang and accepted the tea Bai Shuitang had poured.
