Come on, old man, I'm here to perform, not to sell myself.
"Not bad, I'm very satisfied. This time you've found a good seedling."
Fang Yan, after his surprise, let go of Chen Tianlong, stepped back, and looked him over.
Suddenly recalling something, he hurried forward, slipped behind Chen Tianlong, and ran his palm over his back, frowning instantly.
"Ah... although it's a good seedling, it hasn't sprouted yet."
Fang Yan sighed deeply, speaking with some regret.
"Huh? What do you mean? Old Yan, this is the best I've found so far; you're not giving up on him, are you?" Sima Dong was taken aback and asked with some confusion.
"Who said I was giving up on him? I just said he hasn't sprouted yet but never said I don't want him. Don't even think about stealing him from me, or I'll get mad at you."
