Zhang Hongyang stood there, feeling utterly bewildered, sensing the cold of winter.
He felt like he had embarrassed himself, hitting a wall. His heart also felt a bit cold.
After all, this wasn't the era of the Yangzhou Zhang Family anymore; this was Dongguang State, sigh...
Damn it, I've worked myself to the bone like a dog in Shanan, achieved some results, and yet, damn it, I'm still living under the shadow of Liu Zhizhong's influence!
My God, how long must I endure this?
For a moment, his ill intent towards Liu Zhizhong surged up again...
Just as the banquet was about to end, Liu Zhizhong called Zhang Hongyang, saying that the plane would land at Dongguangzhou Airport at 3 PM, bringing back the team related to Xinlan Hospital's operations, needing some arrangements for their reception.
