Jian Jie knew that the more a wealthy family like Liancheng Yazhi, which had lasted for a hundred years, the more indifferent the blood relationship in the family was. Money and power had eroded people's hearts. The Father was reluctant to give up power, and the Son was bent on seizing power. Thus, the personal relationship between them was like that of enemies.
However, it was good. Perhaps starting from Liancheng Yazhi's generation, there was a change.
He would love his wife and his child.
"How's your leg?" Liancheng Yazhi simply asked.
it's pretty good. It doesn't affect the reconstruction. Also, I found that after going to the border once, my legs are much more flexible than yesterday. As expected, I'm still suitable to live there.
Liancheng Yazhi pursed his lips. tsk, you're just born to suffer. Have a good rest. I'll go first.
Right now, he wished he could split himself into two. One half was busy outside, and the other half was at home with his wife and children.
