In front of Uncle Qin, Ji Qing appeared especially courteous.
Ye Tian watched the young man in front of him, whose expression remained indifferent, and wished he could smack his face with a size forty shoe.
Uncle Qin nodded slightly, not saying much.
When Ji Qing left and he saw Ye Tian's eyes reddened with anger, Uncle Qin sighed softly, "I didn't expect this day to come so soon. However, fortunately, Ji Qing doesn't pay much attention to you. Xiao Tian, let me ask you, do you truly want to be with Zhi'er?"
Ye Tian looked at Uncle Qin, his gaze unwavering, "Uncle Qin, during this time, you should be clearer than anyone. I have no insincerity towards Zhi'er. I don't know what kind of race you belong to, but isn't it enough to become stronger?"
"If I become stronger, can I be with Zhi'er openly and with dignity?" Ye Tian stared intently at Uncle Qin, fearing he might overlook any detail.
