Before leaving, Zhao Zhe suddenly grabbed Ye Chen's hand with a pleading expression and said, "Mr. Ye, I have a request, and I hope you can help me."
"Young Master Zhao, please tell me if there's anything I can do to help. I will definitely assist." Ye Chen said with a smile.
After all, since he brought such expensive red wine, this favor should be granted.
Zhao Zhe hesitated and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. I just hope Mr. Ye can put in a good word for me in front of my father, so he doesn't make me deliver packages."
"Well, I'm really not able to help with that, and I think President Zhao was just joking. How could he bear to let you deliver packages?" Ye Chen said teasingly.
Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Zhao Zhe realized his last hope was gone.
As he thought about it at home, he realized maybe it was like Ye Chen said, and his father was just trying to scare him.
