The people in the Ye Residence found it very strange, real uncles and nephews were never seen so affectionate, and real fathers and sons were not so intimate, yet with a change of companion, there was an incomparable bond.
On this day, it was the same, deep into the night, Xue Zhao was pushing his wheelchair, making several rounds in Ye Mingyu's room. Ye Mingyu had several large chests full of treasures, all items he had purchased while traveling with merchant caravans in the past. They weren't particularly valuable, but all were quite unique. He generously offered Xue Zhao to pick whatever he liked to take back. Xue Zhao looked around, full of admiration while also envying the carefree life of Ye Mingyu.
While the two were talking, Ah Shun came in from outside and said, "Master... Master..."
"What's the matter that you're running so breathlessly," Ye Mingyu glanced at him, "Is the sky falling?"
