Complaint

"Young Master Han, I'll bring you to see uncle," Pan Hu said respectfully.

Goodness, in just three days' time, Young Master Han had concocted 90 Meridian Exploration Pills, creating such terrifying wealth. In comparison, the pocket money or rather salary he received every month was only 8000. It was practically too inferior.

This was how prodigies were. If they wanted to earn money, they could simply stretch out their hands.

He was so awesome that he could only admire him.

Ling Han nodded, and with Pan Hu leading the way, went to meet Mo Guohao.

They had just arrived at the doors of the study on the second floor, when they saw two more people walk over.

Zhong Yangbi and Zhong Yangming.

"Brother, it's them!" As the saying went, when enemies met, they would naturally be furious. Zhong Yangming immediately pointed at Ling Han, his expression looking as if he wanted to devour him.