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The two attendants stood closely to the left and right of the man, their faces stern with killing intent, hands tightly gripping the weapons at their waists, and their eyes cold and vigilant as they stared at Yang Mengchen.
Although Hai Tang and Lv Luo were puzzled about how their young lady knew the man before them, and why she would abandon propriety to approach him proactively, they had no time to ponder at that moment. Both stood by their young lady's side, also holding their weapons, ready to strike.
"How does the young lady know my name?" This alias was hardly known even domestically, so how could this young girl be aware of it? Could it be that his whereabouts had been exposed? The man, Hang Qingming, felt a storm surge in his heart, but his face showed no sign of it.