"Master Chen, don't be in a hurry to refuse me. I have plenty of work for you, so there's no need to decline. Even if you don't want to do it for yourself, you should consider your son, right?"
"You wouldn't want your son to live his life missing an arm or a leg, hiding and skulking about, would you? If you help me, I'll take care of this issue for you," Ye Wudao told him.
Chen Xiuping paused to think it over and felt that Ye Wudao made sense. Although he was inclined to agree, when he considered his health, he said with some difficulty to Ye Wudao, "Young man, I know you have a good heart, but I can't harm you. Look at me, I'm in no shape to do heavy work... How could I possibly be of help to you?"
