"That's right, that's right." The man with a voice like a ringing bell took big strides down the stairs, coming straight toward them, and pushed aside Xiao Song, who was in the way. He gave Ran Yan a clasped-hands salute and said, "I am Cheng Huailiang, my lady should not listen to Jiulang's nonsense, I am the most upright! When I was a child peeking at the ladies bathing, I always served as Jiulang's stepping stool and never watched."
Xiao Song's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he had not introduced them to Ran Yan earlier, which was indeed a very wise decision.
"In the past, Jiulang was our leader. Whether it was cockfighting, gambling on dog races, tossing arrows into a jar, or horse racing, we all hung around with Jiulang." The gentleman in the red robe with the fan came forward and gave Ran Yan a clasped-hands salute, "I am Li Dejian."
