Mr. Ye chuckled, "It's all the same; I'm already incredibly grateful that you didn't shut them out."
Mr. He blushed with embarrassment. Whether these words were sincere or not, he couldn't tell; he only regretted that he shouldn't have thrown the two kids at Jinxuan back then.
Now, whether people were genuinely visiting or deliberately calling on them, it was all a torment to them.
After all, back in the day when they were struggling, Ninghui's parents contributed so much—not only leaving money for buying food but also providing for Jinxuan's living and education.
Though they had left behind the two kids, they turned around and handed them over to Jinxuan. Speaking of it, they were indeed a bit ungrateful.
Xinyan brewed a pot of tea with the leaves she brought back from the kitchen. "Come, come, I made some tea. Let's see how it tastes."
