Chuchu followed the sound to look over. The white-clothed Qiao Heting was still in the flamboyant nobleman's posture. He walked in, shaking a gold-drawn paper fan. His handsome face was full of sarcasm.
The Fourth Old Mr. Ye did not know Qiao Heting. Seeing such a young and elegant man swaggering in, he took several more glances at him.
Probably because Qiao Heting's clothes were luxurious and gave off a noble vibe, unlike a child of an ordinary family, he did not dare to come up and be rude to Qiao Heting.
"Who are you? How dare you stop the official from doing his job?" Fourth Old Mr. Ye stared coldly at Qiao Heting.
"An official on an errand? Why don't I see any official here? You are faking the court's order. Do you have any respect for the law of the emperor?"
"Brat, this is Guangqing Province. I guessed from your accent that you are not a local, right? Mind your own business, or it won't do you any good!"
