"Finally, someone who can talk." Zhang Rongfang grinned. He released the white-haired elder and Ding Xiaocui, and walked slowly to the woman named Chen Zhaoqiao.
Looking down from above, he stared at her.
"My name is Zhang Rongfang, and I am here to request your help."
"....." Cold sweat slid slowly down from the woman's hairline. Only by standing in front of him could one truly feel the horror of his oppressive force!
Her height of one meter ninety seemed underdeveloped in front of this man, as she had to look up to make eye contact.
She felt like she was breathing at the mouth of a giant carnivorous beast, as though one bite could swallow her whole.
"You can choose to refuse, but I can't promise that when I'm angry, I won't do something irreversible."
Zhang Rongfang leaned down and gently placed his hand on her head, like a father caressing his daughter's forehead, lightly rubbing it.
