Ning Fan demanded Fei Peilie to call him grandpa. Fei Peilie looked conflicted—should he comply or not? That was the question, one that required careful thought.
If he yielded, he'd never be able to hold his head high in front of Ning Fan again.
Watching Fei Peilie's agonized expression, Ning Fan couldn't help but find it amusing.
Meanwhile, Tulip, whom Ning Fan had summoned earlier, arrived at the room. The moment she walked in, she saw Ning Fan and Fei Peilie standing face-to-face, their expressions forming a stark contrast.
"Fei Peilie, the time you have left isn't much. If you still need to think about it, I'm getting a little sleepy. So how about you let me take a nap instead?"
Ning Fan pressed Fei Peilie once again, leaving him entirely unsure of how to deal with Ning Fan.
Especially now, with Tulip here witnessing everything, wasn't this essentially forcing him to lose face in front of this traitor?
