C18 Depressed

Shan Yun, who was pulling Jiang Cheng's sleeve, trembled and moved even faster.

"Sigh, lord! Lord Huang, you're here. " Shan Yun shouted as he ran.

An old man stood on the steps in front of the "meeting room. " He wore a black brocade robe, his hair was white, and he had a kind smile on his face. Jiang Cheng thought of the white-haired and childish face