Both of them walked into the house, and Xia Lu couldn't help but vigorously wave her hand in front of her nose. It wasn't that she was being overly sensitive, but the smell inside the house was genuinely unpleasant, indistinct and murky.
The long-haired man noticed her gesture and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry about that. We're all single men living here, and we're not exactly meticulous about cleanliness, which might have caused some inconvenience for you. Please, come into this room."
With that, he ushered the two into an adjacent room.
This room didn't look much like a serious office, furnished only with a desk and chair set and a two-seater sofa against the wall.
The long-haired man pointed to the sofa, "Please have a seat." He then shouted toward the outside, "Bring tea for the VIP customer!"
