"Are you okay? If you're fine, we need to go upstairs." Zhang Leng coldly replied.
The middle-aged man saw Zhang Dadan preparing to flee, and even rudely mocked him: "Hmph! So? Are you afraid to appear in front of experts?"
Experts? Zhang Dadan suddenly became alert, cautiously sniffed his body odor, seemingly recognizing the unique scent of herbal medicine. It appears he, too, uses herbal medicine.
They say his colleagues are enemies, but they don't even know him, let alone threaten his interests. Why would he scorn various kinds?
"So, you're also a master in the apricot forest? Have you ever told your name?" Zhang Dadan asked.
"Zheng Yueyang, a master indeed, not daring to boast, but at least I won't deceive the world!" The middle-aged man responded rather impolitely.
Inquiring about the guests' comings and goings, one could see these two were half-naked.
