Chapter 12 Perhaps, It’s Time to Change the Bow
The young man with the limp promised to let him rest for an extra hour later, and the short-haired youth came running over eagerly.
"Hello, Brother Fan."
His face was full of smiles, nodding and bowing, looking very obsequious.
Chen Fan felt a bit embarrassed by his enthusiasm since they were about the same age. He quickly waved his hand and said, "No need to be so polite, just call me Chen Fan. By the way, what's your name?"
"Wang Ping, Wang as in the king, Ping as in the plain."
Wang Ping chuckled.
"Stop giggling, let's get started."
The man with the limp said impatiently next to them, "You saw what I did just now, just follow along."
"Yes, yes, Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I'll handle everything."
"Thank you."
Chen Fan expressed his gratitude, after all, he was taking up someone else's time and energy.