The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Perhaps Zhou Jianhui also realized his verbal slip and said to Zhang Yuze with some embarrassment, "Hehe, what I mean is... uh..."

Perhaps as he spoke, Zhou Jianhui didn't know how to explain, so he suddenly became a little embarrassed and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Haha, Uncle, I think I'll go see Grandpa Zhou!" Zhang Yuze, feeling the awkwardness, proactively said to him.

"Okay!" Perhaps thinking of his mother, Zhou Jianhui nodded solemnly to Zhang Yuze.

"Little brother, as long as you can cure my mother, I won't say anything and will always be grateful for your great virtue." As he spoke, Zhou Jianhui tightly grasped Zhang Yuze's hand, his eyes filled with hope as he looked at Zhang Yuze.

Zhang Yuze felt extremely tragic. Although he could understand the other party's feelings, could you imagine the feeling of having your hand grabbed by a man? Anyone who didn't know better would think there was some unspeakable relationship between them!

"Okay, don't worry, Uncle, I will do my best." Zhang Yuze looked at the hopeful look in the other's eyes, and he felt a little touched. From his performance, he was also a very filial person. Zhang Yuze had always had a very good impression of this kind of person.

Arriving at the room where Grandpa Zhou was, Zhang Yuze saw that Grandpa Zhou's expression was extremely worried, as if he was very concerned about his wife's illness.

Seeing his son bring Zhang Yuze in, he nodded to Zhang Yuze.

Zhang Yuze looked at the old grandma lying on the bed groaning and asked Zhou Guocheng with concern, "Grandpa Zhou, how is Grandma Zhou?"

Zhou Guocheng sighed helplessly and shook his head at Zhang Yuze, saying, "When people get old, they become useless. It's just that having to suffer like this at this age is really..." His words were filled with a sense of regret.

Just as Zhang Yuze was about to say something after hearing this, Zhou Jianhui, the eldest son of the Zhou family, hurriedly said to Zhou Guocheng, "Dad, this little brother's 'Qigong' is extremely magical. I think if he can give Mom a massage, it should be of great help to her condition."

When Zhou Guocheng heard that Zhang Yuze actually knew "Qigong," he looked at Zhang Yuze with extreme surprise. His eyes seemed to say, "I didn't expect you to actually know this. How come I didn't know?"

Zhang Yuze also said a little embarrassedly to Zhou Guocheng, "Grandpa Zhou, I learned 'Qigong' from an old Taoist priest for a few years since I was a child. It's nothing, just a small trick."

"Oh!" After hearing Zhang Yuze's explanation, Zhou Guocheng nodded, but didn't take it to heart. Although he used to be extremely enthusiastic about "Qigong," as many schools of so-called "Qigong" emerged, mixing the genuine with the fake, the reputation of authentic "Qigong" was affected, and his heart gradually dimmed. Now, he no longer had the enthusiasm he once had, so he didn't pay much attention to Zhang Yuze's "Qigong," thinking it was just a trendy gimmick that couldn't be taken seriously. After all, Zhang Yuze was only this young. Even if he knew "Qigong," how much ability could he have? However, Zhou Guocheng didn't expect that this "Qigong" was not that "Qigong" at all, and it was not what he thought it was.