Why Aren't You Hurrying to Become My Disciple?

After Chen Yang's imagination ran wild.

He stiffly replied,

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"And I don't know anyone named Jiang Fan!"

"You must have the wrong person!"

From his perspective, this was the best thing he could say for now.

For one thing, he had denied Jiang Fan's existence, making it impossible for this man to find Jiang Fan through him.

For another, it also amounted to protecting himself to some extent.

Zhan En was an old hand, after all. Chen Yang's limited skills were nothing in front of him.

Thus, he saw through Chen Yang's lie at a glance.

"Oh?"

"Is that so?"

His gaze swept around the room. After finding no trace of Jiang Fan, it finally returned to Chen Yang.

"What if I told you Jiang Fan was my friend?"

The moment he said this, everyone was shocked.

Vivian's expression changed dramatically, as if he couldn't believe that his judgment had been wrong.

Miguel was also slightly taken aback, apparently weighing the truthfulness of Zhan En's words.

Chen Yang, meanwhile, blurted out,

"Impossible!"

This time, Zhan En grew curious.

"Why is it impossible?"

Chen Yang didn't even think before snorting.

"Impossible is impossible. Why does there have to be a reason?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed.

He abruptly raised his head and looked toward Zhan En.

Zhan En was looking at him with a half-smile.

Chen Yang's face immediately turned ugly.

"You tricked me!"

He had just said that he didn't know Jiang Fan.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he had denied that Zhan En was Jiang Fan's friend.

The two statements completely contradicted each other.

He had indirectly admitted that he knew Jiang Fan.

Zhan En suddenly found the boy rather interesting and couldn't help teasing him.