In front of the grand two-story house, Ye Ling and Wang Shufen got out of the car, looking at the majestic building, they couldn't help but be overwhelmed with thoughts.
Ye Ling held no fondness for his uncles, especially this eldest uncle.
He faintly remembered that when he was in elementary school, it was time to pay the school fees. His father had just vanished a year before, and his mother, being a woman alone with him, thought to come here to ask her brother, the village secretary, to borrow some school fees.
However, Ye Ling clearly remembered that his mother ended up returning home in tears, and a few months later, Wang Shufen took him far from Ye Village back to Lanshan Village.
Now, the family had built a two-story Western-style house, and it seemed they had long forgotten about their so-called nephew.
Creak, the door opened, it was Ye Chong. He, who was fairly good-looking, frowned at the two people outside the door, "Who are you two? What are you doing at my house?"
