That night, Zhang Chulan called Feng Zhenghao.
Feng Zhenghao had been drinking tea in the living room. He was a little surprised to receive Zhang Chulan's call, but he had a very good impression of him.
He had personality, ability, and depth.
He answered, and Zhang Chulan's cheeky voice came through the phone, pitched low.
Zhang Chulan briefly recounted what had happened. Of course, he left out anything involving the company's secrets, such as Qu Tong and Chen Duo.
The gist was that the senior needed help from Wang Zizhong's spirit, which Feng Xingtong controlled, for something related to medicine. Could they trouble Feng Xingtong to come to Biyou Village?
He could absolutely guarantee his safety in the company's name.
After hearing him out, Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily without any hesitation.
"Hahaha, you brat! Does your company even need to worry about his safety? I am one of the Ten Elders, after all. Besides, since that senior is there, it's only right for Xingtong to go help.
"Without his help, Elder Wang's spirit might not even have survived until now. I'll have Xingtong leave right away."
After hanging up, his hearty expression gradually relaxed. His eyes narrowed as he picked up his teacup again, looking thoughtful.
"The company's people are at Biyou Village too. Could Zhao Fangxu have already contacted him and reached an agreement? Having Zhang Chulan contact me suggests peace rather than war, but I wonder what exactly happened in between.
"Honestly, it's been a long time since I was this much in the dark. I'll just have to ask around first."
He called Zhao Fangxu, but puzzlingly, Zhao Fangxu did not answer. That was a little strange.
"A little strange."
After weighing the pros and cons, he still summoned Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan, looking at them