"Master Su, you're so rich," Han Jingyi marveled in a low voice. Xiao Rui, standing beside him, chimed in with agreement.
The Han and Xiao Families were counted among the most prominent clans in the Imperial City. Yet even they didn't eat rice from the Overseas Chinese Store every single day.
They used to think their master couldn't compare to the Xiao and Han families, and secretly felt their great-aunt had gotten a raw deal marrying a man with a leg disability.
Now, it seemed it wasn't such a raw deal after all. Their master was truly rich, on par with a renowned family.
Su Shuochi said humbly, "I wouldn't say rich. It's just enough to get by. It's all money your great-aunt earned treating patients."
Xiao Rui: ...
'It's all money our great-aunt earned? Then isn't she getting an even worse deal?'
He gave a subtle nod and said, feigning happiness, "Our great-aunt is just that amazing."
