Hua Xiaomai had already turned around with Hua Erniang when suddenly she heard these words, her steps faltered, and she turned back to look at Wen Huaren.
This face, which on any ordinary day, would emit a stench that made people feel sour once they glanced at it, now unexpectedly sported a trace of solemn righteousness. His spine seemed straighter by two measures, imparting a sense of solemnity and dignity.