Li Yifei's refusal seemed expected. Yueyang had no reaction, just raised his glass, took a sip from afar, and said nothing. Yan Silong turned his head to persuade, saying, "Even if you've settled down, making money is the priority, right, old captain? I think you should reconsider."
Li Yifei shook his head and refused, "I appreciate the good intention, but as you saw, if this hadn't happened today, I would have gone straight to the airport to fly home."
Perhaps the old captain wasn't as down-and-out as he seemed? Yan Silong, upon hearing the mention of flying, suddenly pondered. However, these days, who can't afford to fly? It's not that big of a deal; a thousand bucks can get you a ticket.
Shaking his head regretfully, Yan Silong said, "Alright then, I won't insist, but old captain, if you ever need my help, just ask. I know some people in the Capital City who can get things done."
"Alright." Li Yifei nodded.
