An Xiu Ming's eyes suddenly widened when he saw who had come out of the stretcher. Of course, An Xiu Ming knew the person called the young master in front of him right now.
How could he not know the son of a general and the grandson of an emperor's adviser? Even though he could consider that the two were on equal footing, An Xiu Ming still had to be polite and not rude.
"It turns out that young master Wang. I apologize for offending young master Wang," An Xiu Ming said while giving a warrior salute.
Young Master Wang, who An Xiu Ming called, only showed a slight smile as he opened his fan while covering half his smiling face.
"There is no need to be so shy, young master An. Being able to meet the young master who reportedly just returned from the opposite continent, it seems that young master An is fine. That's good news," said young master Wang, smiling behind his fan.
