Zhao Hanzhang was startled and instinctively looked at Xiahou Ren. Could this person be Zhao Ming's close friend, the type that feels like every day apart is as long as three years?
She saw a flash of surprise on Xiahou Ren's face, and then he returned to his usual demeanor, gripping Zhao Ming's hand with excitement.
Zhao Hanzhang almost thought she was seeing things, but she chose to trust her eyes and intuition.
Her gaze slipped between the two men, silently smiling.
Zhao Ming enthusiastically chatted with Xiahou Ren for a good while before turning to Zhao Hanzhang, saying, "This is Xiahou Zitai, whom you should address as Uncle."
Zhao Hanzhang raised her hand in salute and respectfully called out "Uncle," while wondering who Xiahou Zitai was.
She couldn't find him in her own memory but found a hint in the lineage records.
Xiahou, someone important enough to make Zhao Ming so anxious.
She smiled at Zhao Ming, hoping he would give her more clues.
