At 5 p.m., Housekeeper Zhao arrived punctually.
"Mr. Chen, the old servant is here to escort you. Can we go to the Zhao Family now?" Housekeeper Zhao smiled politely.
Chen Xuan nodded, "Alright, let's go then."
"Please, Mr. Chen."
The two got in the car and left for the Zhao Family compound.
As usual, they went to the study, where the old Patriarch of the Zhao Family awaited Chen Xuan.
"Mr. Chen," the Patriarch greeted as he stood up.
Chen Xuan waved his hand, "Old Master Zhao, let's proceed according to the original plan."
"Alright, then I entrust it to you, Mr. Chen."
The Patriarch replied, "Housekeeper, inform the eldest and the second young master to return, saying I'm nearing my end."
"Yes, master," the housekeeper responded.
Soon, the eldest son Zhao Yuming and the second son Zhao Xingyu hurried over.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Didn't you hear that your condition had improved just a couple of days ago?"
Zhao Yuming asked anxiously as soon as he arrived.
