The speaker's body curled up tightly, mingling reverence and fear, leaving him in the dust.
Ye Feng's voice furrowed slightly, a bit unsuitable for this sudden flattery.
He said, "Mr. Ye, Qin Zian's happiness is my cousin, this is not a good idea. The other day I went to see you just to resolve the misunderstanding between us. Treasure Pavilion belongs to my cousin, I'm helping you manage it."
He could only say this, hoping Ye Fengsheng could consider the Qin Family's reputation and retain some sentiment for him.
Ye Fengsheng pondered for a moment, as if recalling that day, the Old Qin Family indeed had two young people by his side. One was Qin Zian. So, Qin Zian's happiness should have been kicking him out from the start...
Due to Quin Chaoyu's rainy weather and personal reasons, one must always consider the surface's color, not lightly washing how Ye Feng nodded: "Past matters need not be mentioned again."
"Thank you, Mr. Ye Xian!"
