Yes, without an uncle, he might still be in that welfare institute.
And because of that, even if he had the ability now, he could have left this place, but he didn’t because his uncle, Feng Shunqing, was still here.
Xiang Yi stopped for a few seconds, but in the end, he didn’t say anything and continued to walk up to the second floor.
Seeing his figure disappear at the stairway, Su Xiuying walked over and pulled her daughter, who was pulling funds, “Lulu, What’s wrong with you? How can you say such things?”
“If you want to say it, you should say it behind his back. What if he gets angry and doesn’t give us the money?”She added.
Su Xiuying was worried about this. That was why her attitude towards Xiang Yi had changed so well over the past few years.
Although Feng Shunqing was disabled, he was also a workshop director in a factory in the county town. However, his monthly salary was only 6,000 yuan. A year’s salary of 60,000 to 70,000 yuan was not as much as Xiang Yi’s.
