Han Hongyue and Wang Bao both looked at the text message sent by Ye Fei, their faces showing utter helplessness.
"Let's go!"
"We should still go back and wait for Young Master Ye!"
Han Hongyue put away her phone and said to Wang Bao.
Meanwhile, Ye Fei followed an old man into a small farmhouse at the outskirts of the city.
As the door opened, the old man gestured for Ye Fei to sit down.
Seeing that the old man had finally spoken again, Ye Fei hurried forward to perform a respectful salute with his hands clasped.
"I implore you, senior, to take action and dissolve this junior's disaster!"
After sitting down, the old man picked up the cold tea on the table, took a sip, and then leisurely said, "Didn't you distrust me earlier, thinking I was a swindler? Now, why do you beseech me to resolve your catastrophe?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fei quickly replied, "I did not distrust before but found it inconceivable!"
