"We are a family, no need for thanks," Yang Mengchen winked playfully, "as long as you don't blame me for taking the initiative, I'm just grateful, Amitabha."
"You child!" Lady Xiao and Xiao Wanxue instantly turned from tears to laughter.
Turning away to discreetly wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, Xiao Hongtao looked back at Yang Mengchen, who was joking and playing with his wife and daughter, feeling both moved and fortunate.
Chenchen clearly didn't trust them to be on their own.
Ever since he had met Chenchen, she had always been considerate and thoughtful for the Yang family. Having Chenchen as their intimate little cotton-padded jacket was a blessing they must have cultivated over several lifetimes.
As for the identities of those five individuals, he wouldn't ask more about it.
The next morning, after breakfast, the Yang family bid farewell to Xiao Hongtao and his family.
