Ye Tianfan's expression darkened: "Yes, I am Ye Tianfan. So, you must be with Tianyu Group?"
Upon hearing Ye Tianfan's words, the young man quickly shook his head and laughed: "No, Young Master Ye, you misunderstood. I am not with Tianyu Group."
"Oh?" Ye Tianfan raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, clearly not quite believing the young man's words.
"I'm your friend." The young man smiled, raised his glass towards Ye Tianfan, and when he saw Ye still had no intention of clinking glasses with him, he shrugged helplessly and downed his champagne in one gulp.
"Friend? I don't recall having a friend like you."
The young man laughed: "You're right, my status indeed doesn't qualify me as your friend. But my master is your close confidant. He knows you're facing trouble right now, so at the appropriate time, he'll step in to help you."
