The old man waved his hand: "It's nothing, I owed him this in the first place."

An Ning said, "Grandpa, you were just following orders. You didn't even know what it was. There's no need to blame yourself so much."

Mu Ange nodded: "Grandpa once mentioned you to me, saying that all of my toys were made by Grandpa Zhang himself. I came here today just to confirm whether the things you made back then looked like this?"

As he spoke, Mu Ange pulled a blueprint out of his pocket.

Grandpa Zhao looked at it and nodded: "Yes, this is it."

"Do you remember what that soldier looked like back then?"

Grandpa Zhang fell into his memories again. He seemed to be trying very hard to recall what the soldier looked like. After a long while, he said, "He was very thin, with a big nose, double eyelids, and it looked like he had a mole on his chin."

As Grandpa Zhang spoke, Mu Ange drew, and in no time he had drawn a portrait.

"Grandpa Zhao, look, is this the one?"

Grandpa Zhang glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise, "Yes, it's him. But he was only in his twenties back then. So many years have passed, I wonder what he looks like now."

Mu Ange smiled and said, "It's alright, I have a way. Grandpa Zhang, you should rest. I'll come to see you again when I have time."

Grandpa Zhang coughed and watched Mu Ange's departing figure, saying, "Brother Meng, from now on, does that mean I owe you nothing?"

After saying that, he suddenly fell backward and then lost consciousness.

But Mu Ange, who had walked away, did not hear those words.

"Young master? Where are we going next?"

An Ning looked at Mu Ange and asked.

Mu Ange answered seriously: "A brothel!"

An Ning was stunned: Who takes their future wife to a brothel?

"However, you'll need to change your clothes."

So, after only a few days in women's clothing, Anning changed back into men's clothing.

At night, at the entrance of a brothel.

Mu Ange had barely stood there when the madam grabbed his arm: "Oh my, what a handsome young man! Come on in and have some fun. All the girls here are incredibly beautiful."

An Ning was displeased upon hearing this.

"Hey, hey, hey, can't you see me? Aren't I handsome?"

Only then did the madam notice that there was a young master behind Mu Ange. He was a bit shorter and thinner, but he was even more alluring. If it weren't for the fact that he was dressed in men's clothing, she would have thought he was a girl.

"Oh my, handsome young men, both of you are very handsome. Please come in."

Mu Ange subconsciously took Anning's hand and then entered the brothel.

The madam turned green when she saw their hands clasped together.

"Xiaoyun, Xiaocui, Xiaolan, come quick, come quick."

The three girls whose names were called walked over in unison. The moment they saw Mu Ange, they pounced on him like hungry tigers.

An Ning frowned: "What?"

Xiaoyun's eyes lit up when she saw him: "This young man is quite handsome! Hey, let's go!"

As she spoke, Xiaoyun wrapped her arms around Anning's neck, instantly giving Anning goosebumps.

Mu Ange pulled Anning into his arms, then looked at the madam and took out some silver: "Inquire about someone."

The madam instantly realized that these two weren't there to play with girls; they were there to find someone.

Her eyes lit up as she tucked the silver into her pocket and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Mu Ange took out the portrait and said, "Him!"