"I just didn't expect you to answer that way."
Ye Fei smiled faintly, threw out a casual remark, and immediately followed with another question.
"What is your relationship with my dad?"
"Friends."
The old man's reply was exceedingly simple, concise to just that one sentence, and then it was all over.
Ye Fei frowned slightly, clearly unsatisfied with the answer.
After all, this response didn't allow him to discern whether it was true or false.
But no matter what, the question had been answered.
Next, he needed to ask something of value.
Just as Ye Fei was about to continue with his questions, the old man added another statement.
"You might not believe it, but you can ask your master, Old Wang Seven, to confirm, my name is Tian Fuguang."
With these words, Ye Fei was baffled once again.
No way?
Who exactly is this old man, openly revealing his name to me?
I don't know if it's true or not; could my master really know him?
