C438 Young Master Mao
Even as Zhang Hao extended his hand, aiming to grab the blond youth by the nape of his neck, the shouts of the Imperial Palace guard, Xiaolu, could be heard.
Someone on the second floor of the Grace Teahouse had witnessed everything that had just transpired.
This individual also quietly observed Xiaolu, the Imperial Palace guard, as he made his way over.
Unbeknownst to Zhang Hao