Ye Che thought the little girl seemed still angry, and he didn't want to rub more salt into his own wounds, so he followed Xia Guobin to the office.
"Mr. Ye, I really want to thank you for earlier. If it wasn't for you, I doubt I could have made it through today."
Xia Guobin brewed some top-notch Tieguanyin tea for Ye Che and brought it over. His every move showed nothing but respect and gratitude.
"Uncle, please, no need to be so formal. You are Yiyi's uncle, and we are family; it's all in the family..."
"Also, you don't have to call me Mr. Ye, just call me Ye Che like Yiyi does..."
Ye Che, the epitome of a proud and lofty man, arrogant and above others, with a distant aura that kept others at bay, was notoriously hard to get along with.
But now, facing Xia Guobin, he was like a respectful young man who honors the old and loves the young, sweetly addressing him as uncle, his mouth couldn't be sweeter.
