Speaking of Uncle Cai, when I return this time, I shall properly express my gratitude to him, and honor and respect him as if he were my own kin.
"Sir, have you ever been poor?"
At this remark, Ye Zi'an felt somewhat amused. He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
"You little rascal," Ye Zi'an said lightly, "I too was born into a poor family. My childhood was even worse off than yours. It was only after certain events that I came to have my present circumstances."
He thought that his current life was mostly brought about by his wife. Thinking of his wife made him want to return home immediately.
Seeing his indifferent expression, Li Wen no longer probed further.
After a good while, the carriage came to a stop again.
It was only when Ye Zi'an stepped out of the carriage and into the house that he realized not only was Mr. Luo there, but Old Mu and Baili Yan were present, and even Mu Shaoling and Mu Shaofeng had come.
"Quite the gathering?" Ye Zi'an lifted an eyebrow.
