Ye Qingchen felt a surge of indignation. He had painstakingly tidied up his room and repaired the thatched cottage, only for Elder Yang to steal all the credit. But Ye Qingchen also understood that trying to reason with Elder Yang about it would be a waste of time. What mattered most now was how his senior brothers would react when they returned to find their original homes demolished and in an even worse state of disrepair.
Just then, Elder Yang suddenly spoke, "Alright, Qingchen, your senior brothers will be here shortly. I'll introduce you all properly then."
Ye Qingchen knew Elder Yang's perception was unparalleled. Though he hadn't sensed anyone approaching, if Elder Yang said they were coming, it was certainly true.
At that moment, Li Nian'er brought over a chair and sat beside Elder Yang. She propped her doll-like face up with both hands, looking particularly innocent and naive. However, the fullness of her chest was quite incongruous with that childlike face.
