"Okay, I'll take you tomorrow," he said.
Yu Yigui's brows did not relax because of her consent; looking at her intently, he started to seriously admonish her again.
"Little Yao, your uncle and aunt can get back by themselves. You're married now and have your own business to take care of; I can't hold you up."
"Uncle..."
Waving his hand, Yu Yigui glanced at the people at the table as if addressing her, but also as if reminding others, "Little Yao, there's something I need to tell you—no matter when you are wronged by anyone, just come to your uncle. As long as I have a bite to eat, I can't let you go hungry. We don't have to put up with anyone's nonsense. And, Little Yao, wealth and glory can pass in the blink of an eye, but your body is your own. You must take good care of yourself..."
