"Haha—Haha, I'm following you."
Little Shan's eyes slightly glistened as she stepped out of the pavilion.
"Dual-way,' I didn't expect my former acquaintance still remembered me." On the way out, I thought a lot about middle-aged reflection.
When we arrived at Baikao Hall, dozens of attendants were greeting many customers. In the medieval setting, we immediately saw Qin Feng standing in the center.
"Are you looking for me, Little Ayang?"
"Are you Ding Hao, the wardrobe keeper at Bai Cao Hall?" Qin Feng also glanced past.
"Haha, six years ago I was in charge here." Ding Hao laughed.
"My sect's teacher and uncle is Sha Shiyi. When he heard I was coming here, he told me about you and said if you needed anything, you could seek help. Qin Feng opened the door leading to Dashan.
"Indeed, it's Senior Sha. Rest assured, what do you need from me?" Ding Hao immediately replied.
