Just Making It Up

Su Yang looked better and better to Zhuang Yong.

Moreover, after chatting for about half an hour, Zhuang Yong had gained a much deeper understanding of Su Yang.

Though he was still young, he already had many ventures of his own. Zhuang Yong hadn't asked about the specifics, but in his eyes, someone so young was already very impressive.

Most importantly, Su Yang possessed such miraculous medical skills. Thus, Zhuang Yong was now more than willing to let his daughter spend time with Su Yang.

Whether the two of them would ultimately end up together was one thing, but becoming more familiar with each other could only benefit them.

Zhuang Mengli sat down beside Su Yang, poured herself a cup of tea, and said, "Give me your WeChat."

Holding a cigar in one hand, Su Yang picked up his phone with the other, opened WeChat, and brought up his QR code. "Here, scan me."

Beep.

"Done."

"If you ever need my help with anything, just ask." Zhuang Mengli turned to Su Yang.

"Sure. I won't stand on ceremony with you." Su Yang blinked and smiled.

"By the way, Little Su, when you went to gather herbs earlier, my father told me that Mengmeng had gone to see you several times?"

Su Yang nodded. "That's right."

"Hey! You grandfather and granddaughter kept this from me, didn't you?" Zhuang Yong glared at Zhuang Mengli.

Zhuang Mengli pursed her lips. "Grandpa wouldn't let me tell you. What could I do?"

"Was it your grandfather who sent you?"

"Not exactly. I wanted to see for myself what the fiancé he'd arranged for me was actually like."

"You! I also heard from your grandfather that you fought Little Su? How many times have I told you? You practice martial arts. Don't casually fight people who