"Take a seat. Let's talk while sitting down," Zhang Zeshan said. Ning Tao said, "The patient needs to be attended to. Let's not sit down. It's not too late to talk after I've seen her." Yet, Zhang Zeshan had already sat down on the sofa. He took out a pack of cigarettes, then slowly took one out, lit it, and smoked. "I said there's no rush, then there's no rush. Come sit. Sit." Ning Tao wished he could give Zhang Zeshan a kick, given such an attitude of his. He was so anxious, while Zhang Zeshan appeared completely indifferent in the face of an urgent situation. Did Jiang Hao's life and future mean nothing to this "superior"? However, he still kept his composure and sat opposite Zhang Zeshan. "All right, what does Chief Zhang wish to talk to me about?" Ning Tao quietly activated his state of looking as he was getting seated. He was not observing Zhang Zeshan's aura this time, but instead, his good energy and evil
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