"Yes, Mr. Xuri is right. I will certainly remember his words."
Ye Hua smiled but still stood in front of Baili Xia and Zimo, standing tall and straight.
Mu Xuri snorted coldly, unwilling to stoop to the level of a servant.
"Where's Jiu? Let him come out and meet me."
"Mr. Xiaojiu is still resting..."
As Ye Hua and Mu Xuri confronted each other, Baili Xia quickly pulled Zimo aside.
She asked softly, "The man in the wheelchair looks formidable, who is he?"
Although Ye Hua protected them, it was evident that Ye Hua indeed respected this man.
Whether the respect was genuine or not, at least on the surface, Ye Hua dared not break ties with him.
Ye Hua, being by Uncle's side, should already be a formidable figure, yet he treated the man with such respect.
The man's status and position were imaginable.
Zimo looked at her and then at Mu Xuri.
Only then did he lean toward her ear and say, "This is Mr. Xuri, Mr. Xiaojiu's brother. You should call him Uncle."
