"My daughter!" The English old man replied truthfully.
"Then you? Are you Count Atanki?"
The English old man nodded, then asked suspiciously, "I am Atanki. Ye Che, is there a problem?"
He felt that Ye Che's demeanor seemed to become a bit colder after hearing this call.
Sure enough, Ye Che let out a cold laugh and casually tossed the documents onto the table, his eyes narrowing into slits, exuding a chilling air.
"You can handle the matter of the sheepskin scroll yourself. I don't have the time to meddle in your messy affairs."
Seeing Ye Che about to leave, Atanki hurriedly grabbed him, "Ye Che, have I done something poorly to upset you? Besides, didn't we agree? You help me find the whereabouts of the sheepskin scroll, and I assist you in dealing with the Aldrich Family—"
Ye Che raised his hand, directly interrupting Atanki's words, his tone carrying an undeniable rejection.
