'Another one?!'
Everyone seemed a little numb at this moment. The big shots came one after another as if they had made an appointment. Soon after, two men and a woman strode in. The group leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties.
He had a robust figure and walked with a fearsome demeanor. He had the aura of a soldier. He was Marquis Anguo. Unlike Marquis Zhongxin, Marquis Anguo spent most of his time in the army, so his attitude somewhat resembled the army's style.
Behind him were An Zhenguo and An Xiuxiu.
"Old Madam, sorry I'm late." Marquis Anguo chuckled.
Marquis Zhongxin could barely sit still. Although he and Marquis Anguo were both marquises, they had little connection. But today, Marquis Anguo had come personally, giving Marquis Zhongxin much respect.
Marquis Zhongxin was so honored that he felt slightly flustered.
