Facing Tian Yue'e's worries, Li Qing said indifferently, "It's no big deal."
"That old fart already has a bad reputation; he doesn't have the guts to settle scores after fall. Now that we're getting our money back, I have nothing to worry about. If push comes to shove, next year I won't lease the land to him."
"Anyway, there's no contract. If no one leases it by then, I'll just let it lie fallow. Better than letting that old fart push me around."
Tian Yue'e still advised, "I think it's better to be careful, that old fart has some wild tricks up his sleeve."
"We certainly have nothing to fear fair and square, but I'm afraid he'll resort to dirty tricks, tripping us up. You're on good terms with his son, maybe pull some strings, build a bridge, and if need be, apologize."
"Yue'er, don't worry, I've got this," Li Qing said reassuringly, but in reality, he couldn't completely dismiss the matter either.
