Hypocrite, smiling tiger!
Zhao Long shrank back, cursing in his mind. Even a fool would understand that Chen Nan visiting him was like a weasel greeting a chicken on New Year's—no good intentions!
"What... what do you really want?"
Zhao Long was trembling all over, looking at Chen Nan with a face full of fear.
Chen Nan sighed and said, "Brother Long, are you okay? Such a big guy, wetting yourself, fine, but how can you not trust your brother? I came out of concern to check on you!"
Zhao Long was on the verge of tears. He knew Chen Nan had no good intentions but didn't know specifically what he wanted to do.
This feeling of fear was like having a sword hanging above his head, and not knowing when it would drop; it was simply unbearable torment.
"Chen Nan... No, Brother Nan, I'll call you Brother Nan, alright? What do you really want? Tell me, I'll do everything you say, okay?"
"Sigh, Brother Long, you still don't believe me!"
