“City Governor!”
After the city governor sent someone to summon De-Tong, he hurried to see the governor. His daughter accompanied him, fearing that something bad might happen.
“City Governor, what do you… Ah!” As De-Tong was about to ask what the city governor needed, his gaze suddenly met a young man who seemed familiar.
“Y-Young… Young Master Fu-Zheng?” De-Tong exclaimed, delighted to see Zheng-Fu. He never expected to see him again after a year.
“Huh!? Is that him? It's really him, Father! That's Young Master Fu-Zheng!” The young woman, who had followed De-Tong, exclaimed in delight. Her face turned red upon seeing Zheng-Fu.
“You know him, don't you?” the city governor asked upon noticing the joyful expressions on the father and daughter’s faces as they saw the young man who had requested to meet De-Tong.
“Yes, City Governor, we know him!” De-Tong replied politely and respectfully. He turned to look at Zheng-Fu once more.