After Ye Mingyu and the others had dispersed, he found a moment to stealthily say to Jiang Li, "The matter has been taken care of."
"Can Uncle Mingyu guarantee that Tong Zhiyang will never catch onto it?" Jiang Li asked.
"Of course," Ye Mingyu replied, "My ability to hide people isn't something he could easily discover. Besides, Tong Zhiyang is afraid his wife will find out, so he doesn't dare to search openly, which makes things even easier."
Jiang Li smiled and said, "Then I have Uncle Mingyu to thank."
"Thank me for what?" Ye Mingyu said, "This is Ye Family business after all. If anything, it's we who should be thanking you."
"We're all family, no need for formalities," Jiang Li smiled gently.
Hearing these words made Ye Mingyu feel extremely reassured. Indeed, such a clever and excellent young lady belonged to their Ye Family—just the thought made him feel fortunate. Otherwise, how come Tong Zhiyang's household didn't have such a sweet and clever niece? It must be fate.
