"Master Fuli, you should know, at our Longevity Club's adult gatherings, it's usually dozens of people lined up to participate..."
"But I never investigate. I worry that my probing might lead the masters to think I've figured it out and call me to become part of the meal."
Eleanor looked serious, raising her hand to gently stroke the silver cross on her chest:
"Therefore, I really don't know about Master Fuli's refined hobby of playing drums..."
While saying this, Eleanor expressed her faith through the cross on her chest. Although she belonged to the Longevity Club, she was quite conservative in some ways.
If Master Fuli is interested, she could immediately set up a discussion group for him.
Eleanor's words were sincere, with a hint of nervousness as she sneaked a glance at Master Fuli, like a wealthy landowner currying favor with an aristocrat.
Everything was so perfectly timed.
