Zhang Ronghua's Viciousness

"Uncle Ding!"

He sized him up and found that he was very similar to Pei Caicai, at 80%. They were almost the same mold. He was handsome, had a bright smile, and carried confidence.

"Haoran, right?" asked Zhang Ronghua.

"It's me!"

"Just as Uncle Pei said, he's a talented man."

"Compared to Brother Hua, I'm still far from it."

Pei Haoran stretched out his palm and pointed inside.

"Let's go!" Zhang Ronghua said.

After entering the courtyard, they walked towards the inner courtyard. Pei Haoran knew how to behave. He took a step forward, pushed open the door, and made way for them. He waited for them to enter before following them.

In the hall.

Pei Caihua had already made tea. He pointed at the chair.

He poured three cups and handed them over." I've heard about the Ministry of Works. You've done well!" he said. It's not like being passively beaten up all the time and occasionally showing off your sharpness that others will be afraid of!"