A Debt

"Like I said, this is between the two of us."

Li Tingshen's tone was firm.

Ye Jianyun narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while. "Don't you dislike her? I have the intention to entrust her to you, but if you think it's too much, I won't force you. Most importantly, I don't want to give you another chance to make her sad."

Li Tingshen didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear and firm.

At this moment, Uncle Ye came in with Ye Ze behind him.

Both father and son looked unhappy.

"Sir."

Ye Jianyun turned his gaze to Uncle Ye.

"What's wrong?"

Uncle Ye glanced at Li Tingshen and said,