His name was Ah Biao, one of Yan Feng's men, now responsible for managing this street. As a result, sitting here and monitoring the pedestrians had become his daily job.
Although it was a relaxed job, it did get a bit boring after a while.
But Ah Biao didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. After all, the rules in Flower Square were now ironclad, and even an "old-timer" like him didn't dare to disobey.
Just then, he saw Yang Lian'Er.
'Sister Lian is back!'
'Huh, why isn't Sister Lian in a carriage today? Wait, who's that man next to her?'
When he finally got a clear look at Wu Liangchen's face, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a CLATTER and shattered.
Then, he shot up from his seat and scrambled out of the teahouse, his face a mask of incredulous ecstasy and excitement. He rushed right up to Wu Liangchen, his voice trembling and distorted with emotion. "Mas- Master Wu!"
