He thought to himself that Third Brother Liang was a lazy sort, these past few days he clung to the house, hardly stirring. His mother had told him before that being lazy all the time made it easy to fall sick, so he felt that it was still better to walk, to move his muscles a bit with a few steps. So, Liang Shujun and Young Master Li, each wearing a rice-straw hat, followed by some robust female guards, left Li Mansion and Young Master Li led Liang Shujun towards the bustling market. Liang Shujun had been cooped up for several days, nearly bored sick, and although his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Haoming these past few days, once he saw the lively scene of the market, the fog in his heart seemed to dissipate quite a bit. "Third Brother Liang, the pastries from this shop are really delicious!" Young Master Li bought a box of pastries, Liang Shujun tasted a small bite, "It’s not bad," but he was certain that what Baobao made would definitely be tastier than this. As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a voice say, "What I’m looking for isn’t someone else, it’s ’Phoenix Blood’!" Liang Shujun swiftly turned towards the voice, only to see a young girl with a scar on her face looking quite downcast. Behind the girl, stood two tall men, one to her left and one to her right. Liang Shujun’s eyes suddenly brightened, and then, with a swish of his robe sleeves, he stirred up a fragrant breeze, and joyfully rushed towards Dong Huiying. "Baobao," after he dashed over, he hugged Dong Huiying in one go, and because he hugged her too vigorously, he almost yanked his own hat off. These straw hats worn by wealthy families were also a matter of consideration; for example, the one Liang Shujun wore was red and white, like the robe he wore, while the hats on Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening’s heads were the most common and cheapest black straw hats. Dong Huiying’s heart quivered, "Liang Shujun?" This was truly a case of finding something without looking—it falls right into your lap. She had been searching with Liang Haoming and Liang Yuening for so long, who would have guessed this man would show up out of the blue? Liang Shujun touched her face, his brows suddenly furrowing, "How did you get injured?" It was not easy for her face to start looking better, and now there was a scar etched into it, pink granulation tissue already forming on the wound, but this really looked irritating. "Cough," Dong Huiying blinked her eyes and then pulled the clingy Liang Shujun off herself, "Behave," she couldn’t help but warn him softly. It was broad daylight, and they were outdoors; he actually touched her face? She was feeling a bit embarrassed. Liang Shujun raised his brows and then peered towards the two men behind Dong Huiying, through his hat, "Haoming, Yue Ning?" Even without seeing his brothers’ faces, he recognized their physiques. Haoming kept a poker face as he confirmed his identity. Yue Ning frowned exasperatedly, "You’ve been running around every day, it’s such a hassle, we’ve been looking for you for days!" Upon hearing this, Shujun’s mood instantly improved, "Baobao, I knew it, Baobao loves me the most!" Shujun, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, at that moment, Tie Hailan suddenly turned to Liang Haoming and exclaimed in shock, "Black Eagle!??" Haoming’s figure stiffened, then with a wooden expression, "You’ve got the wrong person." However, Tie Hailan felt that this voice was exactly like Black Eagle’s—Black Eagle was a man of wooden demeanor; they had known each other for a year, and she unilaterally thought they could be considered friends, right? But when she encountered Black Eagle at the black market some days ago, he actually asked her who she was, acting as if he didn’t recognize her at all, which irritated her so much she nearly fell on her back, and after that, she hadn’t gone back to the black market.