Night Spar

The night was cold.

But neither Nan Hai Yan and Long Qian Xing who walked to the remote field felt anything. For these hardened men who had been trained heavily in the military, this night cold was nothing much.

Nan Hai Yan looked at Long Qian Xing and sneered. "You're very brave, Long Qian Xing."

Long Qian Xing's expression was very calm. "Thank you for your praise, Uncle Nan."

Uncle Nan?

Hearing this address, Nan Hai Yan felt his temple throbbed. He looked at the young man in front of him and snorted. "I don't dare to accept this address from you."

Long Qian Xing looked at Nan Hai Yan with the same polite smile on his face. "Uncle Nan is my father's friend, this address should be appropriate."

Nan Hai Yan looked at the young man in front of him and had the feeling that the main reason why Long Qian Xing was successful should be because his skin was so thick.

When did this brat call him uncle in the past?