"Hurrah!"
Little He Xi turned and gave Ran Qiuye a victory sign. "Mom, it worked!"
Everyone turned to look at Ran Qiuye, whose face instantly flushed red. It was clear that this had been planned between mother and daughter in advance. Caught off guard, Ran Qiuye felt somewhat embarrassed.
He Yuzhu found it amusing; after many years of marriage, Ran Qiuye was still just as adorable. Yet, his heart felt warm. Having two people who cared about him so constantly—knowing that no matter where he went, someone was thinking of him—was a wonderful feeling. As an outsider, his sense of belonging had never been as strong as the locals', but he had He Shuigen in the past, and now he had Ran Qiuye and Little He Xi.
"Brother Zhuzi, thank you for your help last time! I hadn't had a chance to thank you properly." Seeing his wife finish massaging someone's shoulders, Yan Xiecheng cheekily crowded closer.
Everyone understood that the couple was going all out today. One was running errands and moving things, the other was giving massages, and now they wouldn't even let Brother Zhuzi off the hook. It was obvious they wanted something.
Among the younger generation, He Yuzhu and Xu Damao were the oldest; if women were included, Qin Huairu was the eldest. Although He Yuzhu was capable, he rarely spoke in a way that gave others face, making him seem less like an authority figure. Except for his own sister, He Yushui, no one called him "Brother."
Hearing Yan Xiecheng address him as "brother" repeate…
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