After settling Zimei, the butler and the servants tidied up the wine bottles and broken glass on the floor, then withdrew.
As evening approached, the sky gradually became overcast and seemed like it would rain. The butler was instructing the servants to move his beloved potted plants under the eaves when a familiar, deep voice sounded from behind.
"Uncle Chen."
The butler was taken aback and turned around, hardly believing his eyes when he saw the man standing before him.
"Mr. Ye, why are you here?" the butler asked in astonishment.
Ye Cheng had met with Mo Qian and learned from him about the thrilling incident on the cruise last night.
Mo Qian said that without Zimei's help, they might not have been able to escape from those Japanese. And the reason Zimei was willing to help without holding a grudge was undoubtedly because of him.
Zimei saved his good friend, yet didn't mention a word to him.
