Before Bai Zhi could say a word, Wu Fa spun around and slapped Wang Jiaxin across the face.
SLAP—
Wang Jiaxin clutched her reddened cheek, staring at Wu Fa in utter shock.
Wu Fa pointed a finger at her nose and cursed, “Damn it, you stupid woman!
Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?”
He then turned to Bai Zhi and said fawningly, “President Bai, we’ll leave right now.
We’ll be on our way.”
Bai Zhi couldn’t be bothered with the pair.
She turned to Zheng Yan and said, “Let’s go.
Everyone is waiting for you upstairs.”
Zheng Yan nodded and supported his mother as they slowly walked up to Cyan Cloud Tower.
Once inside, he realized Cyan Cloud Tower had a truly unique style.
There were carved wooden tables and chairs that exuded an ancient air, and screens covered in intricate embroidery.
It seemed the restaurant’s main theme was a traditional, classic style.
Combined with its exterior, it was like stepping into an ancient tavern. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Bai Zhi turned back and said to Mrs.
Zheng, “Ma’am, this place is a bit special, so there’s no elevator.
Please take your time on the stairs.”
“It’s all right.
Don’t let my age fool you, I’m in great shape.”
“That’s good.”
Bai Zhi smiled and led the way upstairs.
The diners on the first floor saw Zheng Yan heading to the second floor, and all of them stared with wide, surprised eyes.
‘This guy looks so ordinary, yet he’s actually going to eat on the second floor of Cyan Cloud Tower.’
When Zheng Yan walked into the private room on the third floor, there were already seven people inside.
One was an elderly man with salt-and-pepper hair and a serene expression.
Although his clothes looked simple, Zheng Yan knew they were undoubtedly priceless.
There was a slight resemblance to Bai Zhi in his features.
The other two men were about the same age as Bai Zhi’s father; they were probably her uncles.
“So you’re Zheng Yan.
To think you’re so young.” The white-haired elder looked at Zheng Yan and clicked his tongue in mild surprise.
‘He’d heard this was the person who saved his granddaughter, so he had assumed it was an old, experienced doctor—or a middle-aged man at the very least.’
‘He never imagined he would be around the same age as his own granddaughter.’
“Yes, I am Zheng Yan.
Thank you for the Bai Family’s invitation.”
“There’s no need for such pleasantries.
You saved my granddaughter; I’m the one who should be thanking you.” Elder Bai glanced at Bai Zhi, who was still standing, and said, “Bai Zhi, you sit down as well.
It’s time to eat.”