Liu Zhizhong could, of course, tell there was something secretive and shady about the situation.
But it was clear that asking about it wasn't something he should do.
Qian Xuan had spoken in such a guarded manner, why should he ask?
Liu Zhizhong could only give a bitter smile, "In this vast world, amidst the endless red dust, who isn't suffering?"
"Hmm, Master Zhong, you speak wisely," Qian Xuan actually smiled knowingly and nodded.
"Uh...I'm a master now?"
"Let's go, it's about time, you should go back and keep my wife company. As for me, I should head to the study for some tea!"
After saying that, he didn't wait for Liu Zhizhong, but just started his wheelchair, accelerated, and went quite fast.
Liu Zhizhong hurriedly followed, fearing Qian Xuan might have an accident with the speedy wheelchair driving.
But Qian Xuan said sternly, "Don't follow me, don't mind me, don't mind me!!!"
His voice got louder, seemingly on the edge of agitation.
