Don't ask, asking is just having a keen nose, Cheng the loyal hound sitting down!
Chen Zihao's current symptoms seem complex, but in fact, the root cause is simple.
As a nameless mediocre doctor from this small area, Old Li felt confident in his diagnosis—confidence given by Boss Cheng.
Chen Zihao's symptoms can be simply understood as:
Wings hardened.
Head got too big.
Unwarranted schemes began to sprout.
Last time Cheng Daqi only dealt with Desel, and didn't touch Chen Zihao, which might have given him some unrealistic fantasies.
Old Li laughed, extinguished his cigarette, but didn't start reminiscing about the past; instead, he offered his own treatment plan.
"Bang!"
Chen Zihao stumbled and plopped down on his butt.
"Your career? Is that really your career? Could you have made such a big career?"
Old Li didn't stop, continuing to "greet" the head.
"Bang!"
"Zihao, have I been too gentle with you before?"
