Zhong Yi heard this.
His expression changed instantly.
Many people had asked him these questions before, yet he had never given a clear answer.
Facing Huo Xingzhou's inquiry, his tone grew noticeably cold: "I am certain this matter has nothing to do with my mother. She was merely a patient of Mr. Cheng. Asking these questions serves no purpose."
It seemed to touch an untouchable string in his heart.
As soon as it was brought up, he would turn hostile.
Huo Xingzhou saw his attitude and knew he wouldn't say anything.
"Fine, then we'll have to search hard. But no news is still good news."
Zhong Yi replied indifferently, "The old gentleman possesses great wisdom. If we can't find him, it means others can't find him either. He has remarkable abilities! To be honest, with so many people dispatched unable to locate him, I actually think it's a good thing. Huo Xingzhou, I believe he's still alive."
His gaze was resolute.
