Zhao Ning recounted the whole affair in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, though he explained it quite clearly.
However, the fellow had slipped plenty of personal material into it, unable to go three sentences without mentioning how much he liked A Lian. Sigh! There was no cure for a simp!
After hearing it all, everyone glanced at A Lian and inwardly looked down on her. Such a fake, two-faced green tea, yet he still liked her this much. His devotion as a simp was truly profound.
Of course, to Zhao Ning, none of that mattered. He was deeply devoted, loved her to his very bones.
A Lian hid in the shadows, watching Zhao Ning. She wanted to stop him from continuing, but she did not dare act rashly. That youngster was simply too terrifying; even looking at him once seemed frightening.
After recounting his experience, he looked at Chen Mo and said, "That was roughly what happened. There is nothing else worth mentioning. In the end, we were all captured and forcibly traded."
"Sigh!" He let out a breath before continuing, "From what I experienced firsthand, anyone deceived into coming here basically met no good end. They might even suffer a great deal."
"Your Excellency, I have an unwelcome request. I hope you can consider it," Zhao Ning said to Chen Mo. After laying so much groundwork, this was the sentence he wanted to emphasize.
Since Chen Mo was so powerful, why would he let such an opportunity pass? Would it not be good to have him rescue his goddess's younger sister?
Chen Mo was taken aback. He had not expected this fellow to make an unwelcome request. Though curious, he shook his head and said, "Since it is an unwelcome request, there is no need to mention it."
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