"Cousin?" Ye Qing furrowed his brows. From the sound of it, it seemed like the children of his uncles had arrived.
The clamorous noise outside got closer and closer, and Ye Qing walked straight out of the ward to see a group of six or seven young men and women casually walking over. Leading them was someone wearing sunglasses with a gold chain around his neck—clearly not good news, just by looking at him—a second-rank delinquent. The few following him, judging by their get-up, didn't look like upstanding citizens either.
Over the years, Ye Qing hadn't mingled much with his uncles and aunts, so he didn't know much about their situation. Now it appeared that their children were all rather troublesome, at the very least judging by their clothes, they didn't seem decent.
The group of six or seven headed straight over, and the guy with the gold chain glanced into the ward and asked Ye Qing, "Hey, is this where Ye Changwen is staying?"
"Do you know him?" Ye Qing asked casually.
