"I'm prepared to pay," Nie Huaisang hastened to say, bowing politely, "I have expensive tastes."

He smiled, just a little bit, and turned his head when he heard someone knock the door. The voice that followed wasn't familiar. It sounded a little rough and perhaps a tad impatient.

"Eh, little boss!" Xue Yang kicked his foot against the door, tired of being kept waiting, "Come out. Your father's sent me."