"Uncle Ye, I've understood your meaning, and I will consider it," Zhou Mingchen didn't make any promises. Giving commitments too readily had never been his habit.
"That's good, that's good," Ye Suiming smiled, "You and Shaotang have a special relationship and, in a sense, are competitors. But don't forget you also share the same mother, blood is thicker than water. After all, you are brothers, and I believe you will do him this favor." With that, he patted Zhou Mingchen's shoulder and stood up.
When Ye Suiming's temples had turned grey was unknown, perhaps he had not touched up his hair dye for a while. A glance revealed a slight air of aged weariness; after all, he was nearly sixty years old.
After seeing the two off, Xia Lu asked, puzzled, "What exactly did Uncle Ye come for?"
Zhou Mingchen looked down at her, "You don't need to know." Saying this, he turned around and walked towards the study.
"Come with me." He gestured with his hand.
