Linghu An nodded:
"With Thunderbolt Hand's assistance, our chances for success increase greatly."
......
As he walked out of the county government office, Linghu An stopped Fang Zheng, who was about to bid farewell:
"Young Master Fang, do you have matters at home?"
"Uh..." Fang Zheng hesitated:
"There's nothing urgent."
"In that case, why hurry to leave?" Linghu An chuckled, waving not far away:
"Qiuchan, come greet Young Master Fang."
"Young Master Fang, this is my daughter Qiuchan. She mostly lived in the mountains and just recently returned home. You two should get to know each other."
Linghu Qiuchan was petite, fair-skinned, with clear eyes like a young girl, exuding a gentle fragility that stirred compassion.
She approached from beside the carriage, bowed gracefully, and spoke in a melodious voice:
"Qiuchan greets Young Master Fang."
"Ah!"
Linghu An waved his hand:
"Young Master Fang is too formal; call him Brother Fang instead."
"Yes." Linghu Qiuchan replied:
