Chen Cang's "Just discount it!" left Qian Lin completely dumbfounded.
Qian Lin had thought Chen Cang was a dedicated, hardworking, earnest, and serious person who didn't crack jokes—a real role model, as one would expect of an academic whiz.
But here he was, encountering a joker!
Qian Lin waved his hands, "It's not about the money!"
Chen Cang shifted in his seat, "I don't have any romantic debts, and I don't have a history of debauchery. Even if I did, the child wouldn't be as big as you."
Qian Lin blushed with shame. Damn, I've met my match... this guy is even thicker-skinned than me!
Thinking this, Qian Lin, afraid that Chen Cang might get the wrong idea, quickly said, "No, no, no, brother, listen to me. Qian Liang is my uncle!"
Chen Cang was stunned and swallowed hard. What do you mean by that? Are you threatening me?
There are so many people with the surname Qian, why don't you say your grandfather is Triple Qian? I might actually have believed that...