Zhao Lang let out a light chuckle, "Young Master Jiang, don't be nervous, I was just joking. You're Daddy's guests, how could I possibly come to settle scores with you?"
"That won't do," Jiang Yan said. "I, Jiang Yan, have roamed Jiang Lake for twenty years and have never left a debt unpaid. Just wait."
Having said that, he scurried into Jiang Li's room and soon returned with a pen and a piece of paper in his hands.
"Here's the IOU. I've written it already. Just sign it, and you can present this IOU to me in the future. As long as it's within my power, I will definitely honor it!"
Jiang Yan spoke with resounding conviction. Zhao Lang did not refuse and stretched out two slender fingers to pinch the note.
"I'll accept it, then. It's getting late; I'll go call Daddy back for dinner. You rest here for a while."
Having finished speaking, Zhao Lang turned and left the cabin.