The crowd looked at the old man with confusion, wondering, who is this person?
No one noticed that the moment the old man appeared, Meng Po's face suddenly changed.
"Well? Mr. Meng Po, don't you find this person somewhat familiar?" Two soldiers brought the old man to the stone-cutting table, and Peng Shaohe circled around him, looking at Meng Po with a faint smile.
A layer of cold sweat appeared on Meng Po's back, his gaze flickered, and he quickly thought of a solution.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he laughed.
"Mr. Peng, how could I possibly know who he is? I've never seen him before." To prove his point, Meng Po deliberately took a few steps forward to scrutinize the old man closely.
The old man opened his eyes upon hearing Meng Po's voice, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes as he looked at Meng Po. He was about to plead for help but tightly closed his mouth upon noticing Meng Po's warning gaze.
