Ye Gaosheng made his way to the main courtyard, but to his surprise, he found his father was also there.
Furthermore, the expressions on their elderly faces were somewhat sad, causing Ye Gaosheng's heart to ache.
He blamed himself; he had clearly said earlier that he would hand over all the money to his mother for management. Yet, on the second day after getting married, he had thought of taking the money back, which was truly improper.
Seeing Mrs. He's somewhat red eyes, Ye Gaosheng guiltily spoke up, "Mother, don't be sad. From now on, I'll let you manage all the money I earn. We won't handle it ourselves anymore."
Mrs. He snapped back, "What the hell are you talking about, you rascal? It's not about money at all. I called you here to discuss your younger sister's issue. Have you got money on your mind?"
The tension inside Ye Gaosheng didn't subside; instead, it escalated. "My younger sister? What's happened to her? What's the matter?"
