Qin Fan thought for a moment. For someone of his and Ye Jizu's current status, a matter of several million was hardly significant. It wouldn't even count as a major favor. With that in mind, Qin Fan nodded. If Ye Jizu wanted to give him the car, he might as well accept.
"Alright, tell your driver to get out," Qin Fan said calmly.
"Yes, of course, Master Qin!"
Gone was any trace of the imposing patriarch. In that moment, Ye Jizu resembled nothing more than a fawning sycophant. Limping with his asymmetrical gait, he approached the driver's side and shouted with a smile, "Xiao Li, get out!"
"Yes, Patriarch!" the driver replied, his face deathly pale from everything he had witnessed as he scrambled out of the car.
Standing by the open door, Ye Jizu faced Qin Fan and called out with a grin, "Master Qin, please!"
