"Please!"
Ren Zhongyang actually wanted to say that this position wasn't suitable, but looking at Chen Fei's enthusiastic demeanor and the way he had just dealt with the village woman, it seemed like Chen Fei sitting in this position wouldn't lead to too many problems.
Ren Zhongyang vacated the seat, and Chen Fei placed the basket within easy reach before settling into the chair.
With Chen Fei taking his seat, the previously empty entrance suddenly filled with numerous figures. These figures jostled each other, and eventually, a burly man walked in and sat down in front of Chen Fei.
The burly man glanced at Ren Zhongyang, then turned his gaze toward Chen Fei, his eyes filled with greed.
"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Chen Fei asked with a smile.
"I have night sweats. I hope the doctor can take a look," the burly man replied, placing his arm on the table, waiting for Chen Fei to check his pulse.
