Their eyes went wide. "What?!" Wu Fan said, his brows knit. "No way!" he said. "We won't ask for their help!" he said.
"Fan." Chen Jing called, his face now serious. "It is a matter of life and death here. Not only Sheng-er, not only Han-er, but also Ming-xiong, Luo-xiong, Yi-er, and your son Yuan-er are in danger. Only elder Fei Huang can beat the enemy." He explained. "So why don't you want to ask for help from elder Fei?" he asked and frowned.
Xie Lan turned to Wu Fan. "Yin-er is elder Fan's second nephew. Even if he won't acknowledge Yin-er, I will gladly treat this as I owe to them." He said, serious. He turned to Fan Wen. "Let's go and rest." He told Fan Wen.
Fan Wen nodded. "Okay." He said. He helped Xie Lan up. Then, he looked at Wu Fan, worried. "We'll be excusing ourselves. Chen-shixiong. Wu-shixiong." He told them and bowed. Then, they left.
"Fan." Chen Jing called. "Now, there's only two of us here. Can't you tell me?" he asked.
