"Aheng, what is your mother doing?"

The middle-aged man came forward and asked, looking at his nephew who had walked out, frowned slightly, and said in disagreement: "Everyone understands your mother's mood, but your mother cannot seek medical treatment in such an illness. Let such a young monk go in and see the elder brother. What does such a young monk know? He also asked him to go in and disturb your father. You know your father's current situation... Alas!"

"Aheng, you are the eldest son of the big house. Your mother is worried about your father, but she can't let it go!"

An old man shook his head and said, and asked worriedly: "How is your father? I thought to go in and take a look at him again. You said he was only in his fifties, so why is that? I grew up watching him grow up! If possible, I really want to go for him."

"San Uncle, my father..." Before he could finish his words, he saw the old concierge in the mansion running in in a hurry.

"Madam, young master, it's not good. The master from the Chang family came and broke in with many people, saying that he wanted to invite the young master to the Chang family for tea!"

"This is really lawless!" The third uncle's hand was heavily on the ground with a pillar of crutch, his face full of anger: "He bullies the people too much! Give me instructions and beat them out!"

Upon hearing this, several middle-aged men looked at each other and thought slightly. One of them said, "No, Uncle San, this Chang family is one of the nobles of several aristocrats in the city. If our family is not ranked, fighting with their family, isn't it just a mantis arm to block the chariot and overestimating one's ability?"

"Then the Chang family can't humiliate us like this! Who doesn't know the reputation of the Chang family? He came to the door again and again, and he just stared at it..." After saying that, the middle-aged man saw Zheng Heng's ugly face, and couldn't help but stop.

"Hahahahaha!"

As a rampant laughter came, a man about twenty-five years old in brocade clothes and silk strode in. The man had outstanding facial features, holding a fan in his hand, and slapped the wind while walking. His slightly slender eyes fell directly on Zheng Heng as soon as he entered the yard. His eyes were as if he was staring at prey, and the people in the Zheng family were angry.

Zheng Heng looked ugly, his eyes fell on the man. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just watched him stop talking.

"Aheng, I haven't seen you these days, I miss you so much!" The man walked forward with a smile, slapping the fan in his hand gently at the wind, staring at Zheng Heng's not particularly outstanding face, and a trace of momentum passed through his eyes was bound to win.

"The nobleman Chang Wu is busy with his work, why do you have time to come to my Zheng Mansion to see me?" Zheng Heng suppressed his anger and asked.

"Hahaha! I heard that your father was lying on the bed and was almost out of reach, so I came to send your father a life-saving medicine." He took out a small bottle and played with it in his hand: "I took a lot of effort to get this. Just take it and ensure that your father's medicine will cure the disease."

His slender eyes narrowed, and his smile was so clear that it was unclear: "How? As long as you agree to follow me, this medicine will be given to you."

"You are shameless!"

"Aheng, don't believe him! Chang Wu just wants to lie to you!"
Chapter completed!