Hearing the voice, the anxious crowd outside instinctively raised their heads to look, and the faces of those bruised and swollen young nobles appeared even more sincerely aggrieved, as if they were more wronged than Dou E in the opera.
A plush beauty supported a middle-aged man dressed in light green everyday clothes.
The man tried to maintain an apologetic expression as he glanced up only to see the large double doors wide open, the deep courtyard seemingly stretching endlessly, from which only one person in white with black hair had emerged. His heart slightly relaxed, he pushed away the plush beauty supporting him and took three steps forward to salute with clasped hands:
"Mister Mei San..."
"I am Gao Tianlu from Xuancheng, paying respects to Mister Mei San."
