Don't be fooled by Liang Sicheng's wealth and appearance of having made a fortune overnight.
His grandfather, however, is not a simple person.
He has a square face, dark skin, and an aura of majesty without even being angry.
He is a ruthless man who has been to the battlefield and has a high status in Hai City.
According to Liang Sicheng, the old man had no other problems except that his headaches had become increasingly severe in recent years, and he often said that he saw evil spirits seeking his life.
He always makes a fuss at home.
“My uncle asked a doctor to come and see me, and they said it might be post-traumatic stress disorder.
But after what happened to me.
They changed their minds again and insisted that I ask you to come and see if the house is really haunted."
Having said this, Liang Sicheng had already led Song Jinshu into the Jinnei Residence.
Song Jinshu squinted his eyes and looked at him.
There were many people standing by the old man's bed, and an old Chinese doctor was taking his pulse.
He is surrounded by a group of filial sons and grandsons.
"Liang Sicheng, what time is it now?
Are you still in the mood to bring your girlfriend here?"
Among them, a young man with dyed yellow hair seemed to have a conflict with Liang Sicheng.
When he saw Liang Sicheng, he immediately started to argue with him.
Liang Sicheng's face was filled with horror, and he immediately retorted, "Are you blind? How can I be worthy of being Jinshu's boyfriend?!"
The yellow-haired young man: “…”
Song Jinshu: “…”
That's not necessary.
She ignored them both.
Since you have received the money, you will follow the rules.
“I don’t see any Yin energy.”
She searched for a moment and spoke to Liang Sicheng.
Liang Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief.
I feel a little sad about the 12 million.
But he still said, "That's good that there is nothing. That's good that there is nothing.
Then, Sister Jinshu, shall I take you back now?"
Song Jinshu also felt that the money was too easy to make.
After thinking about it, he didn't agree, but said.
"Since we're here, why don't I take your grandfather's pulse again?"
"Haha, just you?"
Liang Sicheng hadn't spoken yet.
The yellow-haired boy already showed disdain on his face.
"Do you know who usually takes my grandfather's pulse?
They are all traditional Chinese medicine doctors!
Do you know what traditional Chinese medicine is?
He was talking non-stop, as if he was about to start a long speech.
Song Jinshu suddenly realized that this guy was not on bad terms with Liang Sicheng.
But the words are too dense.
"Shut up!"
She spoke softly and placed a silence symbol directly on the yellow-haired boy's mouth.
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