After a while, when Chen Tang arrived at the side hall of the main residence in the backyard, he entered the door and saw Meng Lang sitting in the living room drinking tea. Behind him, there were two attendants standing, both at the Eleventh Stage.
In addition, there was also a key member of the Zhou Family in the hall accompanying them. Seeing that Chen Tang had arrived, he immediately stood up and retreated...
"Congratulations, Young Master Chen..."
Meng Lang put down the teacup, got up, cupped his hands and smiled at Chen Tang: "I heard that a few days ago, Young Master Chen and his companions were training in the Southern Suburbs Competition Plain and gained quite a bit. It's truly worth celebrating!"
This was obviously just polite words. If it had been before, although Chen Tang's first impression of Meng Lang was not bad, he would not have paid much attention because this kind of slick style did not suit his temperament.
