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That cowardly little brother of his actually had such a benevolent son?

Pretending that he didn't understand Zhong Pingtian's words, Zhong Wentao slowly walked in. There was only Zhong Wuwen in the living room, and he looked a little nervous, not daring to look at him directly.

"Hello, I am Zhong Wentao."

As a member of the younger generation, it was only natural for him to speak first.

"Yes."

Zhong Wuwen immediately agreed, and was unwilling to let others see his true emotions, so indifference was the best disguise.

Zhong Wentao stood at the side and felt a little awkward. From this position, he could only see the back of Zhong Wuwen's head as a bit impolite. However, if he sat down without permission, it would be even more impolite.

"I've heard of you, you are also surnamed Zhong and are fated to be with us, that's why I agreed to let Zhong He bring you back for dinner. The people outside are all around your age, you can play with them …"

Zhong Wuwen sighed, and continued: "It's just that in the future, don't step foot in our house, and don't come any closer, and remember your identity. You are just yourself, it has nothing to do with us."

Zhong Wentao did not answer and only smiled as he thought it extremely funny.

Originally, he had thought that there would be some drama about marriage, but he didn't expect that this old grandpa would berate him the moment he opened his mouth. This caused his body to feel a little cold.

"Don't worry. Even if you beg me to come visit you in the future, I will not come."

Although he was talking while smiling, but how could Zhong Wuwen not understand the indifference in his words?

"Go out."

Zhong Wuwen reprimanded coldly, as the ice-cold aura in front of him was completely restored.

If not for the fact that his body was trembling and Zhong Wentao could see that he was in trouble, he probably would have hated this elder even more.

He turned around and left the living room. Only then did he feel that the air was a little fresher. The atmosphere in the room was too depressing. It was better to be outside.

Coincidentally, the chef who was roasting meat had prepared a few plates of meat. Those people were too busy drinking and chatting that no one cared about them. Following the principle of not wasting anything, he stood by the side and ate all the roasted meat.

"Chef, give me a plate of roasted meat."

A man walked over and just as he finished speaking, he saw that the chef was on the verge of tears.

Since the meat had already been eaten, how could he give it to them?

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Zhong Wentao left immediately, as if nothing had happened. It had nothing to do with him at all.

Zhong He stood at the side and watched his actions, he did not have the intention to stop him either. Seeing him leave the main door with his head held high, he did not have the slightest intention to stay at their place.

Thinking up to here, his eyes darkened again. Could it be that Zhong Wentao planned to use this method to make his grandfather pity him?

Wishful thinking!

Quickly leaving the Zhong Clan, Zhong Wentao did not know if he could force himself to accept it or not, but he was not satisfied.

He asked Feng Chen where they were and took a cab over. Coincidentally, Feng Chen had signed a contract with the landlord to send him out.

With Feng Chen here, everything was fine. He had signed the rent for two years and had the landlord give it to him for another month, so the rent just so happened to be enough to spend all of Feng Chen's private money.

"Zhong Wentao, you must work hard. Don't let my money go to waste."

Pulling on his sleeves, Feng Chen looked pitiful.

"Actually... I plan to return to the Pine City. "

He spoke softly, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.

"What!"

Feng Chen shouted, "You're messing with me!"

"Yes, I'm messing with you!"

In the next second, his expression changed and he rushed into the store, checking up on himself.

Feng Chen was about to cough up blood and die, which made him feel extremely helpless.

The signboard had already been made by the contact. It was estimated that it would be ready in two days. There were also cabinets and herbs that needed to be prepared. They were all some random and important things.

He spent a few days to fill up the store. There was no opening ceremony, no ribbon cutting, but it was a bit cold.

In the first few days, there weren't many people around. Occasionally, a few people would come in, but they either walked the wrong path or left after taking a look. There wasn't much business here.

In front, Zhong Wentao was overseeing, Feng Chen and Cheng Yang were running outside to spread the news, Zheng Yu was at the back, all alone was concocting the Beauty Ointment and the Gold Sore Medicine, he planned to use these two things to gather the people.

Regarding the matter of Yan Jing opening a branch of the Ciji Hall, Zhou Cangzhu was the most excited person there. He was waiting for Zhong Wentao to bring him to the Yan Jing to live a good life, so he kept going out to show off to others, saying that his branch had already reached the Yan Jing. Zhong Wentao was sent to the Yan Jing, and many people who did not know the truth believed him.

At home, Zhou Zihan had finished preparing dinner and was sitting at the table with a gloomy expression.

"What's the matter with you?"

Zhou Cangzhu asked curiously.

"Dad, don't go out and talk so much. It's not for you to open a branch, it has nothing to do with you!"

Zhou Zihan calmly said, extremely dissatisfied.

She was already very sad that Zhong Wentao had stayed in Yan Jing and did not come back. She had to hear Zhou Cangzhu's flaunt everyday, she felt even more helpless.

Since the Big Brother Zhong didn't want them anymore, there was no point in Zhou Cangzhu showing off!

"Kid, why do you speak like that?"

Zhou Cangzhu said coldly, extremely dissatisfied.

This was what Zhong Wentao had told him before, how could it not be right?

Zhou Zihan did not say anything. He went back to his room with a sad face and laid on the bed crying. He was sad that Zhong Wentao did not call him.

Far back in the Yan Jing, Zhong Wentao didn't even know how Zhou Zihan had felt so much and was still thinking about how to find the people from the Vastheaven Sect.

Outside the infirmary, a white Beetle car stopped and Jiang Yuanyuan sat down. Holding a white puppy in her arms, she ran in with red eyes straight in front of Zhong Wentao.

"Save it."

Jiang Yuanyuan anxiously said, her expression extremely ugly.

Zhong Wentao sat on the chair and looked around. Could it be that he couldn't tell that this place was a Chinese Medical Inn and not a pet store?

"Miss, you should go to the veterinary clinic next door."

Zheng Yu walked out and reminded Yue Yang kindly.

"I don't believe them."

Jiang Yuanyuan said seriously: "You are a great hero, you are stronger, you can cure my dog!"

"This …"

Zhong Wentao only felt that it was a head to head size, as though he could see Zhou Zihan in front of him, his eyes were watery, and it was hard to refuse.

"Little girl, hurry up and leave. Stop messing around."

Zheng Yu stepped forward in dissatisfaction. It was fine that no one came to visit the business, but there was actually someone carrying a dog here.

If he really could cure this dog, what benefits would Zhong Wentao get?

Thinking about this, he decided to extend his hand and push Jiang Yuanyuan out. In front of him, only Zhou Zihan would have a slightly better treatment.

"How dare you!"

Suddenly, a few bodyguards rushed in and surrounded Jiang Yuanyuan.

Zheng Yu took a step back, he did not expect the little girl to be a human being.

Zhong Wentao was used to seeing him bully the weak and fear the strong, so he did not stop him.

"Save it."

Jiang Yuanyuan was very persistent, she insisted that Zhong Wentao agree.

"Why?"

Zhong Wentao asked immediately, his expression very calm.

He's a Chinese doctor, not a veterinarian.

If his medical knowledge was lacking, no matter how incredible he was, how could he treat a dog?

If he were to come, although this dog would not die, but it would only be in more pain. Jiang Yuanyuan insisted on letting him treat the disease because she did not care about the little dog in her arms.

This girl was indeed from an aristocratic family. She had to do what she wanted to do, otherwise she would look at him like he was a bad guy.

"You are amazing, you can cure the virus, why can't you treat my little dog?"

Jiang Yuanyuan was also very persistent, she had developed this habit since she was young.

She believed that as long as she persisted, she would succeed.

"Miss Jiang, please leave. I'm a Chinese doctor, not a veterinarian. If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

It wasn't a joke.

"Are you serious?"

Jiang Yuanyuan asked seriously, in disbelief.

She thought that Zhong Wentao would be like those other young masters, but unfortunately, the truth was different.

He didn't answer her, but his attitude was very clear.

Jiang Yuanyuan's face turned pale white. She didn't say anything else and directly carried the dog to the vet next door.

The bodyguards followed Jiang Yuanyuan and left, revealing the face of the shop.

After a while, Jiang Yuanyuan came back, but this time she wasn't carrying the dog in her arms.

Judging by the time, the dog was probably having an operation, so she came over due to boredom.

He sat on the chair uninvited, and asked Zhong Wentao to feel his pulse.

"What are you looking at? Take my pulse. I'll give you the medical fee."

Jiang Yuanyuan said softly, looking extremely calm.

"Are you sure?"

Zhong Wentao was only seventeen years old, and it was not the time for him to use Chinese medicine to treat others yet.

"You're not the only one here. How about I be your first customer?"

With a smile, Zhong Wentao became even more suspicious of her intentions.

After hesitating for a bit, he still placed his hand on her wrist. Naturally, he would not reject money, if not Feng Chen would know what to do next.

"Your body is very weak."

Zhong Wentao said seriously: "I can't make it up, I can't make it up any further."

"But if I don't, my body will be even weaker."

Jiang Yuanyuan said bitterly.

She didn't like eating those ginseng and deer antlers either, but if she didn't eat them, she would be too weak to get out of bed everyday. This was a dead cycle, a cycle that had been going on for many years.

"Your weakness is protected too well, it has nothing to do with food. As long as you go out and play like a normal girl and don't have so many people following you, you won't be treated as a terminal illness. Your body will be fine."

"Impossible!"

Jiang Yuanyuan did not believe it, she was protected and grew up under everyone's protection, how could she have been fostered so easily.

Looking at these young miss who acted the same way, Zhong Wentao did not know how to comfort his.

In these misses' world view, most of them were the same. Previously, Bai Shiyun was the same, but luckily she changed it, he was not interested in correcting Jiang Yuanyuan.

Seeing that he did not speak, Jiang Yuanyuan's voice became louder, as though she was comforting herself: "You can't speak? I knew you were lying! "

"Yes yes yes, you're right, but you look even worse than the average big miss. Why don't you spend 2998 to buy our White Ointment, it is very popular in Pine City!"