The originally noisy outside of the Su Mansion became incredibly quiet.
Everyone looked at Shen Lian with strange expressions, and from time to time, someone pointed and whispered, as if there was a vast grassland above Shen Lian's head.
Even Cheng Zidao was dumbfounded.
He couldn't figure out what was going on and didn't dare to make a sound.
Moments later, as Shen Lian's expression changed, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Jiu'er, is this the cousin you were talking about? What a mix-up, like a flood rushing through Dragon King Temple." Shen Lian strode forward, reaching out a hand towards Ye Guichen: "Cousin, I'm really sorry. I've heard Jiu'er mention you many times before, but I've never met you, only seen photos, so I didn't recognize you at first, apologies, apologies."
With these words.
The people around suddenly seemed to understand.
"No wonder, who would dare to give Young Master Shen a green hat? So it was a misunderstanding."
