Jiang Jingheng walked in front, right behind Him came Long Xiao and a bald old man, followed by a few burly, stern-looking men.
Mu Yan glanced at Long Xiao, then let her gaze fall on the bald old man beside Him. He looked to be around sixty or seventy, but He didn't have the kind of thuggish air she'd imagined. The Zhongshan suit He wore even added a few degrees of solemn dignity to Him as an elder, and she couldn't see any trace of His having once mixed on the streets.
She nodded and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."
The bald old man sized her up from head to toe, his face full of smiles. "The girl's quite pretty. What 'Mr. Zhang'? By seniority, you should be calling me Grandpa."
Mu Yan gave Long Xiao a look, not sure how He had introduced things to Mr. Zhang, and just smiled without saying anything.
"Nuannuan, how should I address these two?" Mr. Zhuang suddenly asked.
