"In that case, I won't hold back," said Old Zhou.
"Remember, strong tea, strong tea!"
"Hahaha..."
A person with a demeanor like a reclusive monk had a calm expression, nodding slightly, and said:
"Thank you."
Then he immediately stepped forward.
Among the crowd, Lu Yongmei and Xiao Runlin both seemed a bit stiff, watching as a Commander of Troops, who was far above them in status and position, suddenly seemed to become a lifelong friend with Ouyang Guiyuan, who had only just been chased down. They greeted each other familiarly before entering.
Xiao Wanqin stepped inside, her complexion was like jade, and her eyes sparkled with brilliance. Her eyes were slightly elongated but remained gentle and mild, looking extremely calm and serene, yet ideas continuously swirled in her mind, unable to settle. However, one thing became increasingly clear, like a night sky clearing of clouds, with the moonlight so clear it was impossible not to notice.
