Chen Chang'an and his companions exchanged glances, while the three attendants of Leng Wuqing hurriedly stepped forward to comfort their young master.

"What is this?"

"A grown man crying just like that? Isn't it too embarrassing?" Kuang Zhongtang's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Old Yao, how do you know his name?" Chen Chang'an looked at Yao Nimeng with curiosity.