The sky in winter always turned dark very early.
When Tang Huaixiao and the others entered the city, it was almost dark. They took out the invitation letter and a soldier led the way to where they would be staying.
The soldiers said with a smile, "Sirs, my surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Wu. Everything is prepared. Please follow me."
"If you have any requests, just tell me."
Xia Hongming valued the soldiers very much. As long as they were invited, they would be treated respectfully.
When he saw Tang Huaixiao and the other two, he was very respectful and polite, hoping to make them like him.
Hearing Zhao Wu's words, Tang Huaijin and Tang Huaiyu's expressions immediately turned cold.
Tang Huaixiao was wearing a mask and her thin lips were pursed tightly. She did not speak, so no one knew how she felt.
