Ye Shiting didn't dodge, the ashtray hit him squarely in the face, covering him with a layer of ash and bruising his forehead, but he didn't grunt in pain. Instead, he looked at Ye Baixiu and said, "Not only for my presidency but also to prevent our brother from ending in jail."
"Jail? Couldn't we think of another solution instead of succumbing to the threats of that girl from the Xia's family?"
At this time, Bai Peiluan, who heard the brothers arguing, descended the stairs with Ye Xingguang in tow. "Your father is right," she said. "If Xingguang hadn't saved you from the exploding gas station, you would be dead and wouldn't be running for president now. If you're going to be so ungrateful, you can leave. I don't want to see you at tonight's family dinner."
Ye Shiting stood up, his face darkening: "I could repay my debt of life in other ways. But right now, only having Jun Qing marry Xia Yanyan will solve the problems we face."
