The women immediately began to stir.
That deep voice, these words with a faint Rong City accent, indeed bore a strong resemblance to the voice of the devil from their memories.
Han Zhao felt his heart rise, but he couldn't definitively say this wasn't the person they were looking for. Instead, he could only intensify his voice and ask, "Do you think these individuals are the people you're looking for?"
"This is the penultimate group; there's still another batch of people behind this one!" thought Han Zhao, deciding to add that piece of information.
Yang Qingfeng frowned and said in a low voice, "Eunuch Han, you shouldn't remind them like this!"
Han Zhao maintained a solemn expression, "We have to let everyone make an appearance, don't we? Don't you think what I did was proper, Prosecutor Yang?"
Thinking it over, Yang Qingfeng waved a hand, "No, what Eunuch Han said makes sense!"
