The portraits of the five thieves had been extracted and printed into a booklet, which was handed over to Wei Zhenguo.
Wei Zhenguo let out a sigh, took it, and left.
His visage, weathered and indescribable, resembled a regular customer who watched a familiar and charming young lady get married, slightly sentimental, a bit heartbroken, and somewhat provocative, but that did not interfere with his care for the other young ladies.
Speaking of which, all five thieves had been personally apprehended by Wei Zhenguo. He didn't have a strong recollection of them, but now that they were mentioned again, their memories came flooding back.
Lao Juan had naturally curly hair, quite handsome when he was young and shared a vague, unclear relationship with the widow twenty years his senior living next door. Now he was older, his looks had declined sharply, and there were no more rumors about his affairs.