"This kid, I hope his wish will come true." Hang Tian looked at Hao Cheng's back as he left and muttered softly.
After Hao Cheng left, hang Tian stood up from his chair.""No, I have to give old man Zhang Yan a call."
As the saying goes,"when a son travels a thousand miles, a mother is worried." When he came to hangtian, he was a traveler. As his master, he was also worried. Although he said that he would not take care of him, how could he really not care?
Didn't hang Tian just call Zhang Ye?
Hao Cheng didn't go home directly. Instead, he turned around and went to an old teahouse.
This teahouse had an ancient style and was quite famous in the local area. As soon as they entered, a receptionist in a cheongsam came over and asked.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The receptionist asked in a gentle voice.
"Yes, I'm the one who booked Xia Yun's room. My surname is nie." Hao Cheng said.
"Alright, Mr. Jin, please follow me." The greeters invited Hao Cheng in.
