Ning Fan impatiently glanced at the blonde young man, pulled his arm away, and said,
"You'd better stay away from me, don't get handsy, or I'll make you regret coming here."
"Alright, alright, my bad; I just got a little excited seeing an old friend suddenly. If I've offended you, please don't hold it against me."
Seeing the young man's genuine attitude of admitting fault, Ning Fan finally turned his head away and ignored him.
The blonde young man, seemingly interested, sat down and asked, "Hey, can I ask why you reacted so negatively when those mercenaries invited you to the dragon lair?"
What is this kid up to? He keeps asking about this, Ning Fan glanced at him, puzzled, before speaking his mind,
"I just think that those dragons have terrible taste in aesthetics."
"What did you say?!"
The blonde young man, who had been smiling, immediately flared up upon hearing Ning Fan's words. Even his hair stood on end as he couldn't help but ask Ning Fan.
