"Ye... Young Master Ye... is that what you mean?"
Old Huang looked at Ye Haochuan somewhat incredulously. He had a hunch about what Ye Haochuan was implying, but he wasn't quite sure.
"Here, consider this my gift to you."
Ye Haochuan opened his hand, revealing a small bottle. Although this small bottle wasn't transparent, a unique fragrance wafted from it, reaching Old Huang's nostrils.
"This... this..."
Old Huang rubbed his hands together, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, but he didn't dare reach out to take it.
"Take it, this item will solve all your troubles. Don't you want to give it a try?"
Ye Haochuan smiled and forcibly handed the small bottle to Old Huang.
"Alright! Young Master Ye, I, Old Huang, won't be overly polite. If this thing proves useful, I owe you a favor."
Old Huang squeezed the small bottle in his hand, speaking seriously.
