"Let's head out later then!" Qin Fugui was really annoyed by his elder brother.
His brain is messed up, right? He was the younger brother after all.
If they left later, he was afraid that, as the night grew long, dreams would arise, and perhaps Qin Fulin would get wind of it and come running back.
"Right, let's go now," Old Lady Wang fully agreed with her youngest son's idea.
Why did she favor her youngest son?
To some extent, she and this son's temperaments matched the best.
Not taking advantage of a good deal? She felt her eldest son didn't seem like he was born from her.
Old Man Qin glanced at the two of them, pretended he hadn't heard anything, and simply continued smoking his pipe.
Old Lady Wang called on her third son and his wife, as well as Qin Fugui.
On this side, a group of people headed in the direction of Qin Ye's family home.
Meanwhile, Rong Yan had already returned to the courtyard.
As soon as she entered, she noticed the snow that had been swept to one side.
