Yang Fei had no good feelings toward the Xu Family.
However, Xu Youjiang was already dead, and business was business.
It didn't need to be mixed with past grievances.
Yang Fei instructed Yi Liu to go up and inform the old Family Head and Su Yinxue.
He himself started smoking at the entrance.
The middle-aged man stood there respectfully, but his gaze was fixed on Yang Fei.
"You must be Mr. Yang Fei, right?"
Yang Fei looked somewhat astonished, "You know me?"
The middle-aged man shook his head.
"I don't know Mr. Yang, but our President knows Mr. Yang. He had me bring you a letter."
Yang Fei hmm'ed, asking indifferently, "What letter?"
The middle-aged man took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Yang Fei.
Yang Fei opened the envelope, but inside was only a piece of paper.
The piece of paper was incomplete, clearly torn off hastily, yet it was folded neatly.
Yang Fei unfolded the paper.
Inside, there were no words, just a painting done in fine brushwork.