Seeing Zhao Long kneeling in front of him, Chen Nan laughed and said, "Hey hey hey, Brother Long, what are you doing? Why such a grand salute upon meeting? I can't handle this!"
"You!"
Zhao Long's teeth were itching with anger.
He cursed silently in his heart: damn it, if it weren't for you deliberately using so much force, would I have been knocked to my knees?
Zhao Long pushed hard with his legs, trying to stand up.
However, when he knelt down just now, his knees hit the ground hard, causing extreme pain. Right now, he couldn't muster the strength, and just halfway through standing up, his knee buckled, and he knelt back down with a "bang," grimacing in pain, almost bursting into tears.
Chen Nan exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Long, Brother Long, I already said you don't need to be so courteous. What's this, do you really have to give me the full three kneelings and nine kowtows?"
"F***ing hell!"
Zhao Long cursed a few times but still couldn't stand up.
