"Chen Fan, I am Fang Qiong's BFF, you are not really going to break my leg, are you?" Zhong Yaoyao pulled herself together and asked pitifully.
She was such a dainty little thing that her current sorry state would give any man a heartache. She sat on the ground, legs folded under her body. She looked up at Chen Fan with whatever dignity that was left in her, but it could not hide the sparkling tears in her eyes. She was truly worth the title of an Enchantress. Any normal male would not bring himself to press her even further after seeing her miserable state.
However, Chen Fan was unaffected by her charm. He returned to his chair and asked with a great measure of interest.
"Did you hear what they called me?"
"What?" Zhong Yaoyao was taken aback. "They called you Master Chen, so what? Oh-wait! Master Chen? Are you the Master Chen of Jiang Bei?"
