However, this acquaintance failed to recognize me.
His expression seemed somewhat anxious.
And the source of his anxiety appeared to be the approaching guards.
Chen An’nian walked over and patted the man’s shoulder.
“Come with me.”
The man visibly trembled for a moment but quickly regained his composure, hurriedly following behind Chen An’nian, pretending to be a servant.
As the guards approached, they saluted Chen An’nian, briefly glancing at the person behind him but refraining from asking any questions.
Chen An’nian led the man to a restaurant and requested a private room.
Observing the familiar yet distressed expression of this acquaintance, Chen An’nian couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s been a while, Brother Liang.”
Indeed, this person was Wu Huan, the third son of Nandou City Lord, and the Liang Family’s coachman who managed to escape back then. Never did I expect to meet him in such a manner.