"Hehe, I mean no offense, Mr. Ye saved my dad's life. For Mr. Ye to buy a house at my Xiangshan Manor is my, Pan Hongyun's, honor. How could I possibly accept Mr. Ye's money?"
Pan Hongyun was indeed generous—it was tens of millions we're talking about here, not merely tens of thousands. And he simply waved it away as if it was nothing. That showed he was a man of considerable wealth.
Ye Wudao frowned slightly and curled up the corners of his mouth as he spoke to him, "Hehe, Mr. Pan, is your dad's life only worth a house? Take your check back."
"Mr. Ye, that's not what I mean. This... this is just a small token of my gratitude. My old man kept fussing about it last night, insisting that I must come and thank you properly," Pan Hongyun said somewhat awkwardly.
"Enough, I appreciate the old man's sentiment. Anyone in their right mind would have helped your father seeing his condition. The little help I offered isn't worth a house," Ye Wudao said.
