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"Old Chen." When Wang Zhuangyong went upstairs again, he saw that Chen Wanhao was engaged in a conversation with the old man sitting opposite him.

Chen Wanhao extended his hand and waved. He said with a smile to Wang Zhuangyong, "I've met someone who likes tea too. Mister Wang is telling me about smoked tea. Oh yeah, both of you share the same surname. This is Young Wang. He used to be my dormmate too."

"Your dorm gave rise to plenty of genii," Wang Chuanwen praised them. "Doctor Wang was helping some patients with rehabilitation exercises downstairs earlier, and I saw that he's quite good at it. Quite a number of people were queueing up to receive treatment from him."

Wang Zhuangyong was pleased with himself when he heard this, and he was so happy that even his fingers were bent more elegantly as he held the teacup. He then gazed at the elderly Wang Chuanwen with a look of admiration on his face and praised him. "You're not from Lower Groove, are you?"