Wang Hehua chuckled and patted Yang Ruxin's hand, "Xinxin, having your care is a blessing we've earned from a past life."
"Wrong." Yang Ruxin shook her head, "It's the destiny of this life. When my mother brought us over, I was still clueless. Without your occasional help, we would have been doomed. It's easy to add flowers to the brocade, but hard to send charcoal in snow. What I value is that snow-time help."
"That's why my parents always taught me to be kind to others, and it's true, good deeds are rewarded with good things, it's always right..."
"Mom, we're back." Just then, footsteps sounded outside. It was Li Xiang and Liang Xiaoyu, who had gone to town together early this morning to get some things, both annual goods and Li Xiang's dowry.
Yang Ruxin stood up to greet them at the door.
As soon as Xiaoxiang and Xiaoyu saw Yang Ruxin, they suddenly screamed, "Ah, Xinxin, you're finally back!"
