Xu Zhiye knew what he was referring to and responded with a faint "hm," nodding his head.
These two men had been at odds for years, exchanging cold jeers and heated mockery every time they met, standing on edge like drawn swords and ready crossbows. Today's calm conversation was unprecedented.
Xu Zhiye watched as Ye Che tossed his suit jacket on the sofa with impunity, boiling a kettle of water as if he already considered himself the big boss of Yinglun Group.
Xu Zhiye felt particularly awkward standing there.
"Mr. Ye, I will have someone handle the handover of Yinglun Group's affairs over the next few days. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
Ye Che, with his head lowered, placed two cups on the table, added a few tea leaves, poured boiling water, then tilted his head towards Xu Zhiye with a smile and said.
"Mr. Xu, would you mind sitting down and having a cup of tea with me?"
Without a word, Xu Zhiye glanced at Ye Che and sat down on the opposite sofa.
