When Xia Pingan's carriage arrived at the entrance of the Donggang inspector Bureau, there were already more than 100 carriages in the long line. They lined up from the entrance of the Donggang inspector Bureau to a few hundred meters away. After turning two streets, many pedestrians on the main street and people from the nearby shops and businesses stopped and stuck their heads out of the windows to look, not knowing what was happening.
The coachman opened the door for Xia ping 'an, and Xia ping' an, who was holding the scepter of judgment in his hand, stepped out of the carriage in a graceful manner.
Xia ping 'an was a handsome man to begin with. He had a unique temperament, and the clothes he wore were exquisite. He also held a scepter in his hand. This time, he looked even more handsome and had an explosive temperament. He was gentlemanly, attractive, and even had a majestic aura.
"Welcome back to Donggang, inspector."
"Welcome back to Donggang, inspector."
