To be honest, Zhang Fan's response truly surprised Ye Jingtian.
What was the Ye family's background? The wealthiest in the city; millions were only mentioned to outsiders, but anyone slightly involved in big business knew just how abundant the Ye family's assets were.
Twenty percent of the properties in the city were theirs. Their assets were worth, at the very least, several billion.
Otherwise, how could someone like Qiu Shaoqian, worth hundreds of millions, fiercely beat up his own son at the drop of a hat?
Zhang Fan's refusal showed him a heart of pure gold.
That's why he spoke these words now, truly treating Zhang Fan as family.
"Ahem, it's getting late, Uncle Ye, Aunt Qin, I should be leaving now," Zhang Fan said.
Ye Jingtian patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and said, "Hey, it's still early, stay for dinner."
"Exactly, exactly, Xiaofan, Auntie will cook you some braised pork, Yanran's favorite," Qin Shuang also urged him to stay.
