After Ye Gaosheng left the house, Ye Wenyu said, "Uncle must actually be blaming us, right?"
"It's all because of the family separation issues; it's not Uncle's fault." Ye Wenqing tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Last night, after everything was done, the soaps were all placed in the main house. When Ye Gaosheng got up, the door to the main house was still closed. He could only knock on the door and call, "Dad, Mom, little sister, open the door for me."
Mrs. He got up to open the door and scolded irritably, "What's all this noise so early in the morning?"
"I'm coming to get the soap to take to town, oh right, is little sister up yet?" Ye Gaosheng chuckled twice and said with a forced smile.
"In this freezing weather, you could go by yourself, why must you drag your little sister along? She's a girl, precious and not as resistant to cold as you," Mrs. He complained.
