Upon hearing Li Dagui's words, Li Baoshan slowly sat up, "Who are you?"
"We have met once before, perhaps you remember me!" Li Dagui said.
Li Baoshan held his long knife and lifted the curtain, staring at the figure sitting beside his bed.
The room was dimly lit, and he could barely see a silhouette, unable to discern the person's face.
"Could you light the candle?"
Li Dagui casually took out a fire stick and lit the nearby candle.
As the flickering candle flame rose, the dark room brightened significantly.
Li Baoshan stepped down from his bed, put on his boots, and then carefully observed Li Dagui's face.
"Who are you?"
Unfortunately, he did not remember Li Dagui!
Li Dagui was indifferent, presenting Yang Mingzhao's letter to him, "This is a letter from my family's young master to you!"
Li Baoshan hesitated for a moment but still accepted the letter.
At that instant, he contemplated many things.
