"Didn't you want me to kneel down and kowtow? I haven't even started yet, so why are you running away?"
Chen Nan grabbed Han Yuting's hand, took a few steps forward, lifted his foot, and patted it on Pheasant's face, "Brother Pheasant, right? Do you not know why I hit you?"
Pheasant hurriedly nodded, "I know, I know!"
"Then tell me, why did I hit you?" Chen Nan squatted down, patted the back of his head, and said with a smile.
As the leader of the local gangsters, Pheasant had never been patted on the head like this. He was extremely disgruntled inside, but he didn't dare to lash out, nodding repeatedly, "Because I, Little Pheasant, failed to recognize a great person like you, Brother Nan, and showed disrespect."
"What Little Pheasant? Brother Pheasant, you're far too modest," Chen Nan teased with a smile, "So, do you have any objections to me hitting you?"
"None, absolutely none!"
