Zhong Ling found it hard to say what he felt or thought about Wei He.
His instincts told him that Wei He was no simple man. To be so close to Marshal Chen Youguang, Wei He was clearly no ordinary figure.
Yet the quite obvious traits of a True Blood and True Strength martial artist on Wei He's body made Zhong Ling's heart itch.
"Mr. Wei?" Zhong Ling ran up before Wei He, speaking with restrained manners and a trace of expectation.
"You're from the Zhong family? What is it?" Wei He asked with a nod.
He had always been quite mild toward ordinary people.
"..." Zhong Ling opened his mouth, only to realize that he seemed not to know why he had come over.
He merely felt that Wei He might be a master skilled in martial arts. Coupled with his close relationship with Marshal Chen Youguang, he was likely someone with real ability.
But those were only guesses. At present, he knew nothing about the other man apart from his surname being Wei.
What was he supposed to say?
After thinking it over, Zhong Ling saw Wei He raise his hand to check the time and hurriedly spoke.
"Mr. Wei, are you a martial artist?"
It was a somewhat rash question, but young people were like that—they liked to be straightforward.
"Martial arts... Yes, I did count as a martial artist." Wei He nodded. There was no need to hide that.
"Then... Mr. Wei..." Zhong Ling suddenly did not know what he ought to do.
Should he directly ask the man for guidance, come visit another time, or chat about other matters first and draw closer?
"Whatever you want to say, make it quick." Wei He smiled and headed toward the Spicy Chicken Noodles shop at the street