The man lifted his eyes, revealing a young and handsome face with sharp features.
This face seemed familiar.
"I heard that you buy ancient books here?" the man took out a package wrapped in oilskin paper from his bosom.
Welly invited him in, "Yes, please come in. May I ask for your honored name? Are you from the Beast Emperor Capital? I'll make a simple record. Don't worry, these records will be kept confidential unless under special circumstances."
"Hmm. I am from the Beast Emperor Capital, my surname is Rong, with a single name, Wu," Rong Wu replied.
Welly touched the glasses on his straight nose bridge and paused slightly. Rong Wu?
Suddenly, he realized his identity.
Then, looking again at Rong Wu's face, although there were some differences from the one in the sea, there was still a resemblance of about seventy to eighty percent.
"Dad—I'm hungry!" Little Fengning called out again.