Huadeng, Zhengnan Hotel.

Yao Zhun pushed open the door of the compartment and respectfully invited Pan Yuyan inside. "Madam, Nange has ordered the dishes for you."

"Thank you." Pan Yucheng chose a purple silk dress tonight, long hair shawl, no hair modification, but a light makeup on her face. If you don't look carefully, you will think she is only a young woman in her thirties.

Hearing the voice, Qin Zhengnan rose to greet his mother with a laugh, opened his stool, and pressed Pan Yuyan's shoulder to let her sit beside him. "Mom, sit here."

"Warm? But come on?" Pan Yu-yan asked.

"She's on duty tonight. Maybe she'll check...