"There's no need to kneel. Let's have a good chat. I know you don't believe me now, but it's okay. At least I don't have any ill intentions." Chu Ning didn't get him to stand. Instead, she walked to him and sat on the ground.
Old Fang felt that his body was dirty and smelly, so even if Chu Ning wanted to talk to him, he would stay two or three meters away.
It was only after sensing the movement in front of him that he slowly raised his head.
Due to the excessive force, blood had already appeared on the skin on Old Fang's forehead.
"I...can sit?" Old Fang asked, baffled.
Although he didn't understand what Chu Ning was doing, she probably wouldn't hurt him in the short term.
"Of course," Chu Ning said softly.
"Thank you," Old Fang replied in a low voice, pursing his lips.
