Just as I finished thinking about it, I saw a middle-aged couple hurrying over, the middle-aged man was about forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was even walking vigorously, and the woman was also very dignified, and behind the two, there were several subordinates.

Fang Ling's heart moved suddenly, could this middle-aged man be Tang Zihao, the general of the city gate? It must be, because in this general's mansion, isn't he the one who can be called the master by his subordinates? If so, wouldn't that Wan'er and that young man be the sons and ladies of the general's mansion?

Although Fang Ling could see from the clothes that the girl was not a subordinate, he didn't think about it when he thought about her feet, but now he thinks about it.