Fu Han, the heir of Prince Ping, came over. This was nothing to these playboys; they would even invite Fu Han to drink and laugh together. But Jiang Xuelin came along too!

Unfortunately, he had barely taken a step when Jiang Xuelin, who had sensed something was wrong, noticed him and immediately narrowed her eyes, "Yu Bo, where do you think you're going?"

Yu Bo froze.

Fu Hanlai noticed it too, and his smile became a little strange. He took a step back and let Jiang Xuelin walk in front—hey! Yu Bo definitely wanted to inform on them so that the people inside could prepare in advance. Letting Jiang Xuelin go first at this time would surely ensure she saw the show!

Which is your private room?

"...Molan Pavilion".

Yu Bo: I'm sorry, brothers. I didn't want to say it, but Jiang Xuelin would have found out anyway. It's just a little earlier than expected. I'm sure you guys won't mind, right?

Jiang Xuelin nodded and slightly raised her chin. "Lead the way."

"girl……"

"Cough cough!" Fu Hanlai coughed in dissatisfaction.

Yu Bo immediately changed her tune, "Princess Consort, this way please."

Mo Lan Pavilion was very close, just a few steps away. Yu Bo stepped forward, pushed open the door, and then stepped aside with his hands hanging down.

The playboys inside, who were drinking and playing drinking games, saw Yu Bo return and immediately began to mock him. But the next moment, they saw a figure that shouldn't have been there.

The spoiled brats who were loudly frolicking: "..."

He obediently released the singer he was holding, tidied up the messy table, and made a clean space. Several playboys stood up and moved aside, smiling obsequiously at the person at the door.

"Miss Jiang, what brings you here? Please, have a seat! Please, have a seat!"