On the contrary, if you're not here, I don't have to keep worrying whether you're waiting for me at home until the dishes go cold, and I don't have to stress about people coming over with gifts. How much easier is that?"
So this matter was finally settled.
Sitting beside Luo Ye, Ye Xuan's mind started spinning. He lowered his voice and discussed, "Ye'er, how about I spend New Year's with your family too? I've never experienced what it's like having so many people coming to offer New Year's greetings."
Luo Ye rolled her eyes at him. "What are you doing barging in for the fun? As the eldest grandson of the Ye Family, you run to my house for New Year's—do you want your family to hate me to death?"
"They won't." A sparkle flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes. "As long as Ye'er agrees, I guarantee my family absolutely won't object."
"I don't get to decide this. Ask Grandpa." Luo Ye kicked the ball over to Old Sir Luo.
