Liu Cuihua whispered:
"Uncle Wang, since when did those two become so close?"
The old butler's lips trembled, and he looked at the young lady with a complicated expression, saying nothing.
The young lady seemed to have lost her mind a bit.
Oh.
She's always been a bit foolish.
"Brother Zhou." Zhang Fusheng held the old man's hand, his eyes filled with tears: "Parting today, not knowing when we will meet again in the future!"
The old man was also tearful, sighing:
"I felt an immediate kinship with Junior Brother Zhang, but alas, all good things must come to an end..."
"Brother Zhou, take care!"
"Junior Brother Zhang, safe travels!"
Zhang Fusheng, with the old butler and Liu Cuihua, turned to leave, looking back every few steps. Elder Zhou, with tears in his eyes, smoked a pipe, waving his hand high...
Until the three walked far away.
The little old man remained tearful.
Two portions of natural medicine... he was genuinely heartbroken to tears.
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