Hearing this name, Xiao Fengxing's expression finally changed. He turned his head in disbelief.
He saw a middle-aged man with a much rounder face than the people of the Central Plains, a flat nose with a large nose tip, slightly upturned eyes, and a large beard being brought forward.
Zhang Shengquan knelt in front of Xiao Fengxing, not even glancing at him.
It was all the trouble Xiao Fengxing caused him, otherwise, he wouldn't have been brought to the yamen.
"Who is below?" Lord Tao routinely asked.
"I am the owner of Perfect Pharmacy, Zhang Shengquan," Zhang Shengquan said.
"By your appearance, you are not from the Central Plains," Lord Tao asked, "Where is your ancestral home?"
