Jin Chen.
Artificial Sea.
The matter of Yang Chen coming to the Ye family has already reached the ears of the old chief.
"What do you think about this matter..." Zhou Qinghe whispered from the side.
The old chief stood by the window, looking at a few chrysanthemums on the windowsill, lost in thought.
Seeing the old chief not speaking, Zhou Qinghe also dared not speak a word.
After a long while, the old chief plucked a few petals from the chrysanthemums and murmured, "Sometimes, sticking to old ways isn't so bad."
Zhou Qinghe blinked, not understanding the meaning behind the old chief's words.
The old chief threw away the petals in his hand and said to Zhou Qinghe, "Go and find Yang Chen and tell him that there's something I want to discuss with him."
"Yes!" Zhou Qinghe quickly withdrew upon hearing this.
He dared not ask more questions, because what the old chief requested was "to discuss something with him," not a command, but rather a "discussion."
