That midnight.
Zhang Family Estate.
Wu Yuanzong, his face heavy with sleepiness, was called over.
He was now sitting alone in the reception room, yawning with boredom.
Soon, the somber sound of footsteps approached—Zhang Tianlong had arrived.
"Zhang Tianlong, what's the meaning of this, calling me over in the middle of the night?"
Wu Yuanzong yawned, his face full of complaints, "Right, where's Fatty Lin? Why isn't he here?"
"Today, I only asked for you to come alone!"
Zhang Tianlong's words surprised Wu Yuanzong somewhat.
In the dead of night, asking for me alone, what's he up to?
And also, isn't Zhang Tianlong's complexion a bit too dark—could it be because of that kid Zhang Wei pushing him too hard?
"You asked for me alone, could it be because… with so many things happening recently, you need someone to talk to?"
Wu Yuanzong felt that he was the perfect fit for this role.