Zhuo Zi'ang was about to comfort him when someone arrived.
A tall young man with a delicate, scholarly appearance, even wearing glasses. However, his expression was stiff and stern, not one for casual conversations. He acted as though he didn't see the three of them, walking straight past without acknowledging them—not even a glance.
Fu Dongliu wasn't happy about this.
"Damn, acting all high and mighty. Who the hell is he? My rank is higher than his; I've got more stars on my shoulders. And he dares to ignore me like this?"
Zhuo Zi'ang grabbed his hand to stop him from picking a fight. "Alright, alright, calm down. Don't cause trouble or the Boss won't let you guard the gates anymore."
Fu Dongliu asked, "Do you know who that guy is?"
