The Zhao Family banquet came to an end, and Li Chenggui and the others took their leave.
Ye Fan and Jian Tao with her daughter were also about to leave, and Zhao Feipeng walked them out.
"Mr. Ye, I really have to thank you this time. If it weren't for you, my Zhao Family wouldn't have the face to make the Patriarchs of the Five Great Families come here to celebrate the old man's birthday. The old man was very happy—he woke up and was lucid for a while. As his son, I'm very grateful, and very happy." Zhao Feipeng said, eyes brimming with gratitude.
"It was just a lift of my hand, I didn't really do anything." Ye Fan said mildly, "No need to see us off, we can get back on our own."
"No matter what, I'm still extremely grateful to you." Zhao Feipeng said seriously in thanks.
"If we're not outsiders, then don't say so much polite nonsense. Just treat it as me helping Zhao Hai fulfill a bit of his wish." Ye Fan said.
