Zhong Xiang's voice was filled with helplessness, appearing weak and pitiful. Faced with the panicked and frantic Zhong Xiang, Zhang Chen felt a bit surreal, as if he had become a Demon himself.
But seeing the dignified noble son scared to this extent, completely losing his previous arrogant demeanor, Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel a burst of pleasure. The oppressive feeling finally dissipated somewhat. Still, Zhang Chen wasn't satisfied, so he rubbed his hands together and looked at Zhong Xiang with a lewd grin: "Little prince, your radish is so white and tender, even women can't compare. Just looking at it brings an impulse."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Xiang turned pale: "Kid, don't talk nonsense. We can negotiate. Just don't act rashly."
