At that thought, the young man could not help feeling worried.
He had only just managed to save his own skin, narrowly escaping death because he had gone out to use the latrine.
If he went back now, he feared he would make it there alive but never return.
"Family Head, is it just the two of us? Should we contact some more helpers? That would be safer." The young man tried to persuade Ye Chengtian.
"You doubt him?" Ye Chengtian asked, with no hint of blame in his voice.
"I wouldn't dare. I was only thinking that if we can resolve a problem perfectly, we should. There's never any harm in being cautious." The young man hastily lowered his head and defended himself.
He did not want Ye Chengtian to misunderstand.
"Relax. My worthy son-in-law is far, far stronger than you imagine. A mere Zhao Family is no match for him," Ye Chengtian declared confidently.
Is he really that powerful?
Though the young man did not believe it, he could hardly contradict Ye Chengtian to his face.
If Ye Chengtian took offense, the young man could not bear the weight of his anger.
The young man knew little about Chen Mu's execution of the Ye Family's traitors.
He had heard a little here and a little there, piecing everything together himself.
That was because he lived at the mine year-round and never visited the main estate unless something important came up.
His main job was mining.
What the Zhao Family had seized was a mine that produced low-grade spirit stones.
After decades of mining, it had never shown any signs of depletion. Thus, not only the Zhao Family but many others had coveted this fat morsel, wanting to claim it for themselves.
But the Ye Family had been too