The rain poured down increasingly heavily.
It was like thousands of silver threads, linking together to form a dense curtain of rain, finally falling on the uneven ground, converging into small streams.
Chen Zhixing and Chen Zhaosheng looked at each other as if their gazes transformed into two sharp swords, clashing violently in the air!
This was their first official meeting.
"Chen Zhixing, you finally dare to see me!"
Chen Zhaosheng stood mid-air, the dark sky rendering his features indistinct, only his eyes visible flickering with an excited spark.
Chen Zhixing scratched his head and curiously asked, "I want to ask, since we don't have much interaction, why do you insist on pestering me, biting and not letting go?"
Hearing this, Chen Zhaosheng's face darkened, "Chen Zhixing, watch your words!"
After a pause, Chen Zhaosheng took a deep breath and slowly said, "There are many reasons, involving the future Patriarch's position, involving the family's resources..."
