"Uh, sure, thank you, Miss Xiang. It's almost noon, shall we find a place and I'll treat you to lunch?"
Zhizhong was genuinely grateful.
"Don't thank me. I just don't want to lose face in front of Feng Jianren! Come on, I'll treat you..."
"Uh..." Zhizhong was at a loss for words and brought up Feng Xiaoyue again, "How could that be? I should be the one treating you since I'm the one asking for your help..."
"Let's not fuss over formalities. Feng Xiaoyue's people have come to me, it's only right that I play the host and not give her the satisfaction of seeing me fail to live up to expectations. I refuse to lose face in front of that woman!"
Zhizhong could only smile helplessly. These two were truly natural enemies, even their quarrels were uniquely stylish. So, he let it go.
He then added, "Then I'll have to trouble you. But what about the hospital? Have you found any news?"
