The next morning.
Yang Cheng woke up refreshed, picked up his phone and saw a message from Tao Qianqian.
"I'm sorry, Brother Cen. I understand your attitude, and I won't disturb you anymore."
Below were a few pictures of hers—not overly revealing, but still enough to make one's heart race.
Yang Cheng couldn't resist saving all of Tao Qianqian's pictures, then got up to dress and prepare to go downstairs for breakfast.
When he arrived at the dining room, everyone was already seated, including Kong Lingchuan, who had never had much presence.
Kong Jingshan's face was grave, filled with worries.
"Uncle Kong, I can cure all the patients today. You don't need to worry. After we resolve this issue, we'll think of a way to deal with them."
Yang Cheng gently comforted him, completely unconcerned about Kong Lingchuan.
After all, even if he didn't mention it, Cao Ruibin should know he was about to fight back. No person, no matter how mild, can remain tolerant forever.
