"Mr. Qin!"
Seeing Qin Fan approaching with a grim expression, Ye Jizu immediately hurried to his side, trailing half a step behind as he called out softly. Upon witnessing this, Zheng Xipo and the others were frozen in shock. Who in the world is this guy? Even Patriarch Ye is half a step behind him, showing such deference? When did such a figure emerge in Jiangzhou?
"Thank you," Qin Fan said with a slight nod, his voice soft. He may be arrogant, even proud, but when it came to matters of gratitude and enmity, he never postured with his strength. This time, if it weren't for Ye Jizu, he dared not even imagine what would have become of Ji Yuchen. As for calling the police, would that have any effect on He Haolin, the number one young master in Jiangzhou? What a joke.
Hearing Qin Fan's thanks, Ye Jizu waved his hands in a fluster. "No, no, Mr. Qin, it's my honor to serve you! This is a blessing I have cultivated!"
