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Ling Hua hadn't noticed Yan Qing in the distance, and Sun Mingyu felt a gaze falling on him. Following the gaze, he saw Yan Qing and was momentarily stunned.
He suppressed the smile on his lips, pursed them, and hesitated for a moment before saying softly to Ling Hua, "Is that Young Marquis Yan?"
"Hmm?" Ling Hua looked up, "Who?"
Sun Mingyu put down his chopsticks, gestured with his hand, "Is that Young Marquis Yan?"
That night when Ling Hua came to Caojun late, he and the others were waiting for people at the Governor's Office entrance. When Yan Qing got off the carriage, he saw him clearly. Although it was just a passing glance, he couldn't overlook the presence of Young Marquis Yan from the esteemed Marquis Duanjing Residence in the Capital City.
He was someone who, even in a vast sea of people, could be spotted at a glance.
