Moreover, Chen Erniu noticed that Zhang Bentang treated the fat old man with great respect.
The way Zhang Bentang had addressed the old man also indicated that this fat old man was probably no ordinary person.
Yet, strangely enough, the fat old man's recent behavior showed none of the airs of an important person; he rather seemed like a commoner from the streets.
"Let me take the pulse of this elderly gentleman!" Chen Erniu said with a cough.
As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the fat old man's right wrist, and began to concentrate on taking his pulse.
Seeing Chen Erniu taking his pulse, the fat old man bit his teeth and tried to endure without crying out in pain.
But within two seconds, he couldn't help but groan, causing Zhang Yihuan to barely suppress her laughter.
This man was supposed to be a big shot, so how come he didn't even have a fraction of the willpower expected of one!
Chen Erniu took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to laugh.
