"Quick, have a seat. Standing there must be terribly exhausting. I'm really easy to talk with, not at all what you imagine."
"Sit down, sit down."
Lin Fan waved his hand, urging Ye Zhen Tian not to get too worked up—getting sick over this wouldn't be worth it.
Xi Xi and the others were utterly stunned. What a domineering junior brother. They had never considered such an approach before.
Nan Gongjin felt more confident in his choice. In terms of cunning and capability, Brother Lin had left Ye Zhen Tian in the dust long ago. The two weren't even remotely comparable.
Ye Zhen Tian sat down with a face ashen as a stormcloud. "Do you think everyone will believe you just because you say so?"
"Do you think everyone is as stupid as you make them out to be?"
Desperate struggles.
This was the classic textbook example of desperate struggles.
Everything had already been exposed so blatantly—what more could be said?
