"You want to learn how to perform ankyloglossia correction surgery from my uncle, Yu Youyi?"
On the way back to Zuimo Court after work, Yan Feifan mentioned his plan, only to see a troubled look on Yu Suye's face.
He asked directly, "Is it inconvenient?"
"Or is there some other unspoken issue?"
Yu Suye said frankly, "Feifan, this uncle of mine is notoriously difficult to deal with."
"More importantly, he was very close to my late cousin's side of the family. If I'm the one to ask, it might backfire."
Yan Feifan let out a sound of understanding. Then he heard Yu Suye continue, "But nothing is set in stone. Feifan, you're not just anyone these days. It's possible he'll be happy to agree."
"Still, it would be best to have Mr. Hai, the Vice President, handle the communication."
Yan Feifan waved his hand. "Then let's forget it. I don't want to force someone to guide me if they're unwilling."
