Teng Yunge is almost becoming friends with Chen Fengnan. How far is he from becoming friends with Ning Fan?
Does this question even need thinking? Not at all. Ning Fan gave the most reasonable answer—it's practically impossible!
Because Ning Fan hasn't seen a shred of sincerity in this person. Whatever this person is plotting, whatever he's thinking, there is absolutely no chance he intends to form a genuine friendship with Ning Fan. At least, for now, that's how it is.
"Maybe it's not certain yet, Ning Fan. Don't you want to give it a shot? Or are you truly afraid?"
Teng Yunge seemed utterly confident, his grin gradually resembling that of a sly fox.
Ning Fan curled his lips in mockery and said disdainfully, "Don't waste your time playing mind games with me. They don't work. But I'll go. I'm free now. What do you think?"
It's just a simple provocation tactic, yet Ning Fan truly couldn't understand why Teng Yunge loved using such basic tricks to try to agitate him.