"I trust you." That was all Li Ye said, sincerely and earnestly.
But Zhou Qiumai felt even more grateful, with tears in his eyes.
After he left, Wei Qingye, who hadn't spoken, smirked and poured a cup of tea, "It's only been a few years, Brother Li, your tactics for winning hearts have grown quite skilled."
"Hmm?"
Li Ye was initially puzzled, then suddenly understood.
He couldn't help but smile wryly.
"If I trust him, naturally I'll give him more convenience. After all, he was my friend when I was insignificant. Could Li Ye's friends ever be mediocre?"
Wei Qingye was amused by Li Ye's words.
These words praised both himself and others.
And the facts were indeed so.
He gently exhaled, and the chair behind him turned into a lounger at his whim, allowing him to half-recline and gaze directly at the sunlight in the heavenly dome.
