Pleading, Chen Baicheng actually used the word "plead." Even if someone had a knife to his throat now, he wouldn't easily ask for help. Yet, he spoke this word to Xiaofan, who was not even twenty.
"I refuse." Xiaofan immediately rejected it before the other party could speak.
"Hey, why are you so unappreciative, little guy, making me lose face over and over again?" Chen Baicheng said, half crying, half laughing.
"Come on, Uncle Chen, what's the situation now? Even you're humbling yourself to plead with me. It must be difficult to handle. And you're dead set on saving Mei'Er even at the cost of yourself. There's no doubt you're thinking that if anything happens to you, I should take good care of Mei'Er, and maybe even throw out a large sum of money saying I won't have to worry for life." Xiaofan guessed exactly what was on Chen Baicheng's mind without thinking.
