Little Su Yan looked at his younger brother and sister, their faces brimming with happiness, and felt a bit envious for a moment.
Ye Yixing watched the two children getting so excited over a shoddy cotton jacket and couldn't help but say, "What's this? I can buy you a hundred of these, and each one would be better than what you're wearing now."
The two little ones turned to look at him.
"Uncle Ye, we have the ones Aunt bought for us, that's enough. We can't wear so many jackets; it would be a waste."
"Yeah, Uncle Ye, Aunt said we shouldn't waste and should be good kids."
Ye Yixing: How is Su Xingwan teaching these kids? Money is for spending, where's all this talk about waste?
"Uncle Ye, you have to be a good adult too."
Ye Yixing: "..."
He was actually being lectured by a child.
After Tang Muya finished her work over there, she walked over and saw a little boy who looked a lot like Little Su Luo, and smiled, "You're Little Su Yan, right? Your aunt finally brought you back."
