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Zhou Zihan's voice was cold, this was the first time he had used such a tone to talk to Cheng Yang, and it was unexpected.

"What's wrong with me?"

Cheng Yang turned pale with fright. He had only said one sentence.

Furthermore, he had already recovered his status as the Third Young Master of the Cheng Family, why was Zhou Zihan still not fond of him?

Ignoring Cheng Yang's surprise, Zhou Zihan turned and walked away, not intending to say anything more to Cheng Yang.

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong with that girl?"

Cheng Yang could only ask Zhou Cangzhu who was sitting on the chair, to understand what the woman was thinking.

"Wen Tao is sick. Come sit, don't go in and disturb him. Zi Han's heart is also bitter …"

Zhou Cangzhu talked for a long time, and Cheng Yang finally understood that Zhou Cangzhu was sick.

Godly doctor, can he get sick?

"What disease?"

His great dream and blueprint had not been completed yet, so Zhong Wentao couldn't fall.

"Brat, didn't you leave already? "Don't come back after you've left. Leave quickly!"

Zhou Cangzhu impatiently said. He was also very sad that Cheng Yang had left.

After eating so much of his food, he didn't even greet them before he left.

"Uncle Zhou, I know you like tea, but normally you don't want to buy it. Today, I have specially brought you good Jadeite Spring, six thousand yuan a tael. If I leave, this tea …"

He knew that Zhou Cangzhu would not reject the gift that had been delivered to his doorstep, this point he understood very well.

"Stinking brat, I knew you would be the most filial to me."

Zhou Cangzhu laughed and said, as he sized Cheng Yang up, wanting to see where the tea leaves were hidden.

How could Cheng Yang not know, when he smiled and got out, he really took out a big box of tea from the carriage, it looked like it was expensive, it was very valuable!

Zhou Cangzhu immediately took it, and immediately opened the tea leaves to make tea, and even the discontent from before disappeared like smoke in thin air.

Cheng Yang laughed as he watched Zhou Cangzhu's movements. It was a very professional action, as if he had trained his skills just to wait for the right tea leaves.

However, he did not look down on them in the slightest. Instead, he felt that he was just a piece of trash.

He clearly had a life that could be satisfied with just a little bit of good tea leaves. He had previously squandered his money without feeling happy, but now he had really failed.

"Good tea!" It really is a good tea! "

After quickly drinking a mouthful, Zhou Cangzhu could only sigh.

He put down the cup and picked up the tea leaves to leave.

"Uncle Zhou, where are you going?"

Cheng Yang stopped him, puzzled.

"The Old Man Zhou who sells tea at the front of the two streets always says that I don't have the money to buy tea leaves. I will bring this over for him to take a look today, making him always look down on me."

With that, Zhou Cangzhu ran out.

So it was in order to show off, but instead, it made Cheng Yang at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Zhong Wentao was sick, so he could not go in to look. He turned around and walked out, wanting to see how Zhou Cangzhu would show off to others.

After following them for two streets, they indeed saw a man selling tea leaves at a stall at the end of the street. He was about the same age as Zhou Cangzhu, and his clothes were even more shabby than Zhou Cangzhu's.

"Oh, isn't this the very poor Old Zhou? "Why are you here? Are you here to buy tea leaves from me?"

The tea seller laughed and said that he was indeed disrespectful to Zhou Cangzhu.

"Hmph, I'm telling you today, I'm not buying your tea because I drink good tea. I don't take it out for fear that you won't know what's good for you and that it'll dirty my tea leaves. You look pitiful, but I'll show it to you today."

Zhou Cangzhu said, opening the tea leaves, holding them up in front of the man, he was extremely proud.

However, Cheng Yang felt that this scene was a little sad. Zhou Cangzhu was a noble family of traditional Chinese medicine, he shouldn't bother about these commoners.

"Stop lying, how can you have the money to buy such expensive tea leaves? You must have been trying to fool me, I'm not fooling you."

The man who sold the tea said with a smile, not believing it at all.

Zhou Cangzhu was very anxious, the more he explained, the more he couldn't believe it, but it was like Zhou Cangzhu was lying.

"Uncle Zhou, why are you here? I've already told you that this tea is only worth a few thousand taels, it's not worth anything at all. Letting you not take it out, isn't that embarrassing?"

Cheng Yang said as he walked forward, attracting the gaze of the people selling tea leaves.

There was a young man in a suit with expensive clothes, and Zhou Cangzhu actually recognized such a person?

"I was just afraid that they would be tainted by the tea leaves. I didn't dare to take them out and took out the cheapest one."

Zhou Cangzhu quickly opened his mouth and understood what Cheng Yang meant.

Today, he wanted to take back all the face he had lost in the past.

Although Cheng Yang had lived in the 'Ciji Hall' for a long time, the normally unkempt and unkempt man in front of him was still a service disciple.

"Are there really several thousand taels of tea leaves?"

The tea seller asked in a soft voice, his mouth agape.

Cheng Yang gently nodded his head, it was indeed convincing.

"Old Zhou, look at how rich you are right now. This thing definitely isn't worthy of you. How about you give me a try?"

The attitude of the tea seller suddenly changed as he smiled.

Just as Zhou Cangzhu wanted to refuse, he was stopped by Cheng Yang who pulled on his sleeves.

Enduring the pain of his heart bleeding, Zhou Cangzhu carefully shared some of the tea leaves with the person selling the tea.

If it wasn't for Cheng Yang's promise to give him more and better tea leaves in the future, he definitely wouldn't have sold the tea leaves today.

Although he had lost a lot of face when returning to the Ciji Hall, Zhou Cangzhu was feeling even more unhappy.

"Uncle Zhou, don't be like this."

Cheng Yang consoled his in a soft voice. He still couldn't let Zhou Cangzhu's mood get any better.

"Dad, where did you go? Big Brother Zhong is already awake. "

Zhou Zihan walked out of the room with an unpleasant expression.

"Really?"

Cheng Yang was overjoyed, and was about to rush into Zhong Wentao's room.

"You're not allowed to enter!"

Zhou Zihan blocked the way, so as to not let Cheng Yang in.

From her point of view, Zhong Wentao's fainting was inextricably linked to Cheng Yang.

"Zi Han, let him in, I have something to say."

Zhong Wentao's weak voice came from inside, Zhou Zihan could only give way.

Zhou Cangzhu was still feeling sorry for his tea leaves, and did not have the time to care about Zhong Wentao's life. He could only sit on the sofa and lament, while wearing a pale face.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Why are you here?"

The two of them spoke at the same time and were very concerned about each other's situation.

"Did something happen to Wang Zhanhai?"

Zhong Wentao asked anxiously, otherwise why would Cheng Yang suddenly come over?

"He's fine. He's even better than you."

Cheng Yang immediately explained, the great blueprint in his heart had long ago been forgotten after seeing how weak Zhong Wentao was.

"I'm fine, it's just a heart attack …"

He laughed with difficulty, not wanting Cheng Yang to worry.

Everything was just the beginning, so how could he fall before the beginning?

"Are you sure?"

Cheng Yang didn't quite believe that Zhong Wentao's appearance was related to that 'nothing'.

His face was deathly pale, as if he'd just come out of the water.

"Is there any news from Bai Shiyun's side?"

Zhong Wentao insisted on asking, trying his best to raise his spirits.

However, all he could think about was how his sect members had died, leaving him unable to concentrate.

"Rest well."

Cheng Yang said as he stood up to leave.

Zhong Wentao did not stop them either.

"Just what …" "Who is it?"

At the door, Cheng Yang asked with much difficulty. This was the first time he doubted Zhong Wentao's identity, but he was more curious.

How could he not be curious about the fact that someone his age had a completely different path in life?

The night room was one of the things that he was curious about. How did Zhong Wentao know about these strange things, and how did he encounter them?

"I am who I am."

Zhong Wentao said calmly, he was just an ordinary person.

Cheng Yang remained silent for a long while, before finally leaving.

The reason he left the Ciji Hall before, was because he felt that Zhong Wentao was terrifying. He didn't understand anything about Zhong Wentao, which was the source of his fear.

But Zhong Wentao had a type of devilish power that made him want to go near it, making him want to go near it but not want to leave it.

"Junior Martial Sister …" Are you still alive? "

In the room, Zhong Wentao said softly as tears rolled down his cheeks.

If his teachers and disciples were reborn like him, how great would it be?

Outside, Zhou Zihan gently shed tears. He had finally heard the name Zhong Wentao had shouted in pain.

Youngest junior sister, who is she?

Chinese Medical Association, monthly meeting.

Usually when the President wasn't present, he would be addressed by Vice President Yang Hao, and this time was the same.

Before the meeting, there was no news that the president would come.

Just as Yang Hao was holding the script for his lecture, the door to the conference room was opened.

Standing outside, the guild leader slowly walked in.

Yang Hao's face was green as he walked down the stage. He did not expect the president to suddenly appear and embarrass him.

"Guild leader, you're here."

Yang Hao said softly, in front of the others, he still had to maintain his respect to the guild leader.

Slowly walking onto the stage, the people below were all surprised by the guild leader's sudden appearance.

If it wasn't something important, the guild leader definitely wouldn't have come.

"What's going on?"

Below the stage, Yang Hao asked a person coldly.

It wasn't that the old man couldn't walk around when his body wasn't well, but that he hadn't appeared for so long. What was the point of suddenly coming out now?

"Maybe it's because of the news from a few days ago …"

That person spoke softly, not pointing it out.

There was no way the president didn't know that Yang Hao's news had spread like wildfire.

On the stage, the President spoke out: "Since there have been rumors that our Chinese Medical Association has suppressed some young people, not giving any talented young people the chance. After a month, all new members of the Chinese Medical Association, as long as they pass the test, can all become members of the Chinese Medical Association.

Sure enough, he was talking about the news.

Yang Hao's face was ashen as he quietly listened, wanting to know the intentions of the president.

This was the first time she spoke so directly to him.

Was this old man trying to put him in his place again before he abdicated the throne?

"Vice Chairman, how about you take care of this matter? It can also show the public that you are fair and deal with rumors. "

"Guild Leader, don't worry. I will definitely complete this mission."

Yang Hao was not in a good mood as he coldly replied.

He had done nothing wrong, but he wanted to be like a sinner.

After saying that, the president left immediately, as if he was reprimanding Yang Hao, causing the atmosphere to become even colder.

"Dismissed!"