Jiang Dali frowned and stared at Liao Rushen's pig liver-colored face, chuckling lightly, "It seems you are unwilling. Since that's so, I won't force you. This is your own missed opportunity for a great blessing! Don't say the village chief didn't give you a chance."
"I..."
Liao Rushen's heart was filled with unprecedented hesitation, worry, and anxiety, like ropes being pulled longer and longer, twisted and unbreakable, full of entanglement.
Jiang Dali smiled faintly, his black eyes revealing calmness and wisdom, "Liao Rushen, accepting such a big son like you, even I, the village chief, feel embarrassed. Our cooperation is simply a choice between trust and distrust. Since you chose to take refuge with the village chief, what is there not to trust?"
Liao Rushen gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face stretched tight like ox tendons, and he suddenly knelt down.
