Fang Zhixing turned his head and took a careful look.
The man calling him was a middle-aged male, broad and plump, with a pale, beardless face, holding a white handkerchief and wiping sweat incessantly, clearly exhibiting signs of apparent kidney deficiency.
"May I know who you are?" he asked curiously.
"I am not worthy of your attention."
The man with the white handkerchief approached with a piled smile on his face, nodding and bowing as he clasped his hands together and said, "I am Yao Shancheng, from the Yao Family estate."
Fang Zhixing had never heard of the Yao Family estate and patiently ask, "Do you know me?"
Yao Shancheng hastened to explain, "My Yao Family has significant business dealings with the Iron Casting Hall, and last month when I visited the Iron Casting Hall, I had the good fortune to see Mr. Fang from a distance."
Fang Zhixing understood and nodded with a smile, "Then we do have quite the connection. Do you need something from me?"
