"What? You want the Old Master to go invite him personally?!" a middle-aged man roared, his voice cold. "That is absolutely out of the question!"
"Consider the Old Master's status! Why should he have to personally visit someone to ask for their help?" The speaker was a middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache. A shrewd glint flickered in his small eyes from time to time, giving him a somewhat sinister air.
"Uncle, this is a matter of Grandfather's life and death. Now is not the time to be stubborn," Zheng Junyi retorted bluntly, showing little respect for his elder.
This was because the middle-aged man was merely the Old Master's adopted son, not Zheng Mingye's biological child.
