Jiang Xuexiang's smile grew wider, deepening the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Jiang Yichun couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart as he looked at the face that bore a resemblance to his father's.
Had his father still been alive, would he also have looked like this? Perhaps not as aged as his uncle?
However, he quickly withdrew his thoughts, reminding himself not to let his guard down around the Jiang family members. Who knew who was responsible for his father's downfall?
As the three of them were talking, a group of people came along the side path. Bai Ruozhu glanced over quickly and saw that two women were leading the group, followed by several young girls.
"Big brother, we heard that Yichun was back and specifically came to welcome him. This is truly wonderful!" The slightly older woman said with a radiant smile, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Jiang Yichun.
