The temple fair was absolutely packed. It would be no exaggeration to call it a shoulder-to-shoulder, teeming sea of humanity.
Chen De'an marveled at the surging crowd, finally asking, "There are so many people. Even the Lord Prefect wouldn't be able to get in, would he?"
Sheng Saya seemed to shoot him a sidelong glance. "My father went to the City God Temple in the wee hours of the morning. The ceremony is over, and he should be on his way down by now."
De'an went, "Ah? The Lord Prefect is already sixty. Does he get up in the wee hours because he can't sleep anymore?"
Sheng Saya: "..."
Wang Jun, Wang Xiao, and the others all turned away, stifling their laughter.
To be honest, De'an had a good personality and was quite likable. But why was he also so infuriating? It was all because of that mouth of his!
