Tang Mo hadn't seen such interesting people in a long time.
In front of him sat Nangong Hong, elegant and poised, looking every bit the cultured rogue. Beside him, the little Attendant Student was holding a chicken leg in each hand, happily nibbling away like there was no tomorrow.
To be honest, at least in terms of appearance, they made a striking pair, memorable and distinct.
"You'd better make it quick, as I'm quite busy," Tang Mo remarked, glancing at Li'ao who had introduced this man in his thirties named Nangong Hong.
Nangong Hong didn't dare put on airs; after all, he was no Zhuge Liang waiting for Liu Bei's three visits. He was more like Mao Sui, promoting himself proactively...
Of course, in this world there was no Zhuge Liang, so Nangong Hong had no need for pretenses. He introduced himself directly.
