He Zhichu did not answer immediately. Instead, he continued to look at He Chengjian quietly and persistently.
He Zhichu's appearance was exactly the same as He Chengjian's. Both of them had shimmering peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and somewhat cold thin lips. They had a strange combination of amorous and yet unfeeling feelings, which had a different kind of charm.
He Chengjian looked at his son as if he had seen himself when he was young. His heart softened for a moment, and he muttered, "... What do you mean? Take it easy, your old father's heart isn't good..."
His hand trembled as he frantically searched for his own special effect medicine in the drawer.
He Zhichu's eyes were sharp, and he saw a bottle of medicine that he was very familiar with lying in the corner of the drawer.
He bent over and took out the bottle of medicine from the drawer. He poured a pill into his palm and handed it to He Chengjian.
