"To be honest, Uncle Ye, I''m here to ask you to help me. I''m in a bit of trouble."


    "Help you. What''s the matter with you?" Ye Jian looks at Jun Riyue suspiciously. In his influence, Xiaoyue is not an easy person to ask others for help. Just like in those years, even if she wants to help her, she refuses again and again.


    If Ye Jian didn''t take her dead father as an excuse to tide over the difficulties for her, maybe there would be no junriyue''s present situation.


    "Well, you know, muxue."


    "I know, that little girl is as weird as you. What''s up? What happened to her? "