Naturally, Xirong Ziye understood the meaning behind Master Xiamu's words. This was a reminder for him to clean up his end.
"I understand, Uncle."
"Yes, you're a smart child. I've always been very satisfied with you. I know that you won't disappoint me. Since I'm able to find out about these, it's possible for the reporters to find out about it as well. As a father, I do not wish my daughter to be hurt. Qingyan has always been well protected and kind to others. She wouldn't be able to withstand the blow if she were to know this, so you must do your part well. I know that you care about Qingyan, so please think of her."
When Xirong Ziye left the Xiamu family's villa, it started to rain. Xiamu Qingyan ran out, holding an umbrella for Xirong Ziye.
She gazed adoringly at Xirong Ziye and asked with concern, "Did my father say anything weird to you again? Did he make things difficult for you?"
