"Haoming, come here!"
The ten-mile long street in Nanling City was bustling with activity.
Dong Huiying stood inside a shop, waving over Lao Si, Liang Haoming, who was as loyal as a death soldier guarding her.
Haoming immediately strode over quickly.
This man still wore a mask on his face, and only in private, when no outsiders were present, would he take off the mask, revealing his true face, allowing his skin to get some air.
This was because he was on guard against the current Prime Minister in the Capital who replaced Xiao Cheng, and he had to temporarily live incognito, changing his appearance. But once the dust settled in the future and everything was concluded, there would be no need to restrain himself like this, and he could do as he pleased.
In the Capital, Zhi Chen was busy dealing with the Eighth Princess and the current Prime Minister, stirring up trouble, but in fact, it was also for Haoming's consideration.
