But just now, Chu Fan had given him this cushy job and even made him the leader.
'Isn't it a bit ungrateful to be cursing Chu Fan in my heart right now?'
The short, chubby youth was deeply conflicted.
"Let's go, let's go, Fatty." Jiang Yuanfan slung an arm around Fatty's shoulder and said, "Calling you Fatty does feel more familiar. A name is just a label, after all."
Fatty said, "In that case, can I call you Sycophant Number One?"
"...You son of a bitch!" The corner of Jiang Yuanfan's mouth twitched violently.
If Fatty weren't on such good terms with Chu Fan, he would have slammed Fatty's head down and beaten him to a pulp right then and there.
'This guy is not easy to deal with...' Liang Qiu turned his head and glanced at the distant, already-closed courtyard gate.
Master Zhou had ordered him to monitor Chu Fan, and he felt a little apprehensive about it.
'Some people, you can only befriend, never make an enemy of.'
...
Chu Fan sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard.
