Zhao Aoran was washing clothes by the side and listened as Huang Lei complained, "Ever since he left, we've basically lost contact. But his life seems pretty tough."
If things were going well, he would definitely write letters to show off in all sorts of ways, yet it is precisely because his life is not flourishing that he has no means to boast arrogantly.
"There would be a problem if his life were going well," said Huang Lei as she put broth into the clay pot, then prepared the little green vegetables and mushrooms he once liked, setting them aside.
"But no matter how tough his life is, he's still much better off than us, he, after all, is a city dweller."
"Maybe he can make a comeback," she thought. In her previous life, wasn't it by using Zhao Aoran that the Fan Family made a comeback?
Of course, they had changed tracks, from the official path to the commercial world, but at least they had prevented the Fan Family from continuing to sink deeper.
