"Zhao Cheng'an, did you get dizzy from motion sickness and mix up your meds? Did you really take motion sickness pills this afternoon?" Qin Huai asked, questioning his soul.
If Chen Huihong's abstraction, Wang Gen Sheng's hesitation, Mr. Xu's involvement, and An Youyou's hefty investment were within the realm of reason, then Zhao Cheng'an not joining in the fun was extremely unreasonable.
Even Cheng Gong joined in on the fun!
Normally, the first spirit to transfer money to Zhou Hu should have been Zhao Cheng'an.
Instead, Zhao Cheng'an had no interest in Zhou Hu's exquisite tarot reading or what others wanted to calculate, only fixating on the dough. After the dough turned into buns and went into the steamer, he continued to stand guard beside it, not knowing what he was guarding.
