He Wenyu never expected to see such a huge crowd at the Forget Worries Tea House, a place she had never visited before.

Not only He Wenyu, but even Luo Xihan and Luo Shufan, who accompanied her, were a bit dumbfounded, not understanding what was happening.

"Are all these people here for the ’Duck Dance’?" He Wenyu swallowed nervously, looking at Luo Shufan with pleading eyes, hoping he wouldn’t admit it. She didn’t want to be surrounded and watched by so many people!

"It’s Luo Shiliu!" A scream pierced the air, and He Wenyu found herself under numerous gazes, her cheeks stiffening a bit.

She wasn’t feeling good at all! She envied Luo Qianqian for lying in bed!

"Excuse me, I need to go in." He Wenyu’s face was extremely stiff, not looking happy at all. Why did she feel like a monkey with people around her watching the show?

Feeling exasperated, He Wenyu, under the escort of Luo Xihan and Luo Shufan, successfully entered the main door of the Forget Worries Tea House’s commercial area. The managers of the Tea House, upon noticing their arrival, swiftly greeted them.

"Miss Shiliu, we received the message yesterday and have prepared a private room for you. Is there anything else you need?" Though they didn’t recognize Luo Xihan, due to He Wenyu’s connection, they greeted Luo Xihan and Luo Shufan with smiles.

Luo Xihan nodded quietly in satisfaction; such attitude was fit for a good store manager. Under the manager’s lead, He Wenyu and her group went up to the VIP room on the fourth floor, the largest room.

It can accommodate thirty to forty people comfortably in its spacious area, allowing only high-grade members to enjoy it. Even members like Du Yuwei didn’t have the privilege to enter.

This room was decorated in a modern luxurious style, all materials specially transported by Luo Xihan, a thoughtful decor.

"But, given the number of people outside, the space in this room might not be enough," Luo Shufan slightly frowned, confused as to why so many were interested in this ’Duck Dance’.

Didn’t the people here prefer the graceful and elegant dance styles? Flowing sleeves, twirling robes?

This was almost like wearing a cartoon costume and twisting around.

He seemed to prefer watching street dance, which was cooler.

"Go out and give out numbers; we said it’s a free trial class, so no charging," Luo Xihan murmured for a moment and then said, looking at Luo Shufan, "Go outside and take a look; we definitely can’t accommodate everyone."

Luo Shufan nodded and immediately went downstairs with the items to handle it.

Luo Xihan, watching Luo Shufan’s departing figure, nodded in satisfaction; as a leader, one must develop comprehensively. Now, Luo Shufan’s aura was filled with the confidence of a leader.

He Wenyu, however, pouted and looked at Luo Xihan, "Second Uncle, I’m nervous now..."

She felt like crying; why was her heart racing so fast, almost as if it would leap out. It was beating more intensely than when she was on the competition stage, even though the current scene wasn’t frightening... Just a bunch of girls, why was she so scared...

Before long, Luo Shufan came back calmly, walking up with an air of tranquility, carrying tea in his hand, and said:

"I gave out twenty numbers, saved one for that person you arranged with yesterday. The remaining nine went to the third-level counters, three on each level."

Luo Xihan raised an eyebrow with a curious look, "To the highest spender?"

"No, to the first, eleventh, and twenty-first who checked out. So now they’re all settling their bills, and we can start later." Luo Shufan gently shook his head, a calm expression on his face, "Oh, I ordered some food for Qhianqhian to take away when we’re done."

"Oh, Qhianqhian mentioned wanting to try some specialty dishes, let’s pack some to take back," He Wenyu hurriedly said, "Huangfu Yihui mentioned a dish called Thousand Silk Roll, which is quite special."

"Got it, I’ve asked someone to buy it. Cheer up later." Luo Shufan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Luo Xihan, "Second Uncle, should we stay here later?"

"Let’s stay in the next room and try some specialty dishes." Luo Xihan calmly took out a jade token, uniquely designed by Fang Youyuan, which the teahouse manager had only seen the design of before. Suddenly seeing the real piece left him stunned for a while before comparing it to the design on paper, exclaiming respectfully, "Owner."

"Is the next room available?" Luo Xihan responded calmly; he would’ve shown a membership card if he had one, but he hadn’t seen any Forget Worries Tea House membership card.

"Yes, would you like to use it now?"

"Yes."

And amidst He Wenyu’s aggrieved gaze, Luo Xihan, with Luo Shufan, leisurely walked into the next room, ignoring He Wenyu’s anguished eyes.

"Think about your Taekwondo, why be afraid of a bunch of little girls?" Luo Shufan threw out this line while walking out.

He Wenyu stared, in disbelief, at the closing door. This couldn’t be her brother! How could he do this to her?! She needed to complain to Qhianqhian!

Was she afraid of those girls? Clearly, it was unease, not having much interaction before, worried she wouldn’t be able to connect.

While she was filled with anxieties, the numbered slips were being distributed below.

Du Yuwei, holding the number one slip specifically for her, was bursting with excitement. Looking at the beautiful, subtly patterned colored paper, her face was full of fascination.

The paper was pretty, the writing was beautiful, and it even had a fragrance.

This piece of paper could bring in two people.

Du Yuwei’s girlfriends were equally excited as they’d received advanced news, so all of them could enter now.

When the boss announced they could go up, almost all at once, the first floor was emptied, leaving the tables mostly untouched.

Seeing people enter the room, He Wenyu initially froze for a moment, then calmly put on a serious face, striking a pose she believed looked most teacher-like.

"Alright, make yourselves at home." Watching a group come in, she cleared her throat, turning to Du Yuwei, "You all know each other, right? Don’t be too restrained."

"Miss Shiliu, should we sit or stand?" Du Yuwei found amusement in He Wenyu’s anxious glance, recognizing the unease in an unknown crowded setting.

But to them, it was all too familiar; frequently gathering for parties, and even attending banquets in the Imperial Palace, they handled all occasions well and showcased their strengths perfectly, drawing attention.

This was a mandatory skill for them.