If it weren't for Ye Junqing, she would have lost her father by now. She's not ungrateful and is unsure of how to express her gratitude. "Don't worry, I'll save you and Dad. I know there's a way to cure you."
Ye Junqing didn't take her emphatic words to heart, as long as she didn't blame or hate him, that was enough.
The gloom in his eyes dispelled, his mood lightened, "The words 'thank you' are useless and can't be used or eaten. I prefer if you express your gratitude with two other words."
"What do you want to hear?"
What two words are more weighted than "thank you"?
Having taken a shower and dried his hair, Ye Junqing was preparing for a video conference in his study. Opening the door, he threw out two words: "Ah Qing."
Ye Xingguang: "...."
"From now on, when you call me, you must start with those two words."
Ye Xingguang suddenly felt her face get a bit reddish.
