Seeing the aunt's expectant expression, Mei Zhelan smiled, "Yes, auntie, in a few days I'll go back to arrange things there, and then I'll return to develop my career in our country." The aunt had always taken great care of him since he was young, treating him like her own. When he left home, his father didn't say much, but the aunt had chased after him, trying to persuade him, hoping he wouldn't make a rash decision out of momentary anger. But seeing that his mind couldn't be changed no matter what, she helplessly bought a pile of things for him, from food to necessities, everything he needed on a regular basis. He would never forget that scene, the aunt's eyes brimming with tears as she handed the things to him, like sending off a son about to embark on a long journey, filled with reluctance but powerless to stop him.