The stepmother recognized Zhang Han, the Peony Hall Arresting Officer leading the team, knowing he was a colleague of Dalang.
Zhang Han heard the call, left his subordinates, and walked over, trying to squeeze an awkward smile on his expressionless face:
"Greetings to Lady Zhao and the young Zhao sister."
Zhao Pan, holding a Beijing dog, timidly said: "Your smile isn't pleasant, it's fierce, better not to smile."
Zhang Han: "..."
This girl... You Jinhua glared at her daughter irritably, then put on a smile: "Lord Zhang, don't take it to heart, the child doesn't know how to speak."
Zhang Han cleared his throat, indicating he didn't mind:
"It's alright. Indeed, a major incident occurred in the city, Prime Minister Li Yanfu led troops in a coup, and the palace is a bloody battlefield."
"Ah?!"
The mother and daughter were dumbfounded, their faces turned pale simultaneously.
Zhang Han, breathing heavily, continued:
