Tang Dagang remained calm and surreptitiously sized up Chen Xiaolong, finding that he was unable to see through him.
Chen Xiaolong was like an enigma, truly unfathomable—worthy of being a significant figure indeed.
Tang Dagang was very willing to make acquaintance with people like Chen Xiaolong, who had a conscience.
"How long have you had this illness, and what are the usual symptoms?"
Chen Xiaolong furrowed his brows and his gaze became nuanced, seemingly noticing something not quite right.
Tang Dagang was initially startled, but then said indifferently, "It's been about three or four years, I guess. I just feel dizzy in the head, and there were a few times when I suddenly blacked out while working and fell to the ground. After some rest, I would be okay, but the frequency of these incidents has increased over the past year."
