Yuan Bao looked at his little uncle, who was frowning with worry, wanting to comfort him with a few words, but ultimately realized that saying anything right now would be pointless.
The trouble that's meant to come won't be stopped by her comfort.
"Xiao Wu, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Your mother and I will help you!"
Old Yuan looked at his youngest son's tangled and heavy expression, offering words of comfort.
Yuan Yindi heard this and stayed silent.
Help him?
How to help?
When his elder brother and sister-in-law come looking for him, can they step in to help refuse, or can they persuade his brother and sister-in-law to give up on the idea?
Yuan Bao couldn't remember Sheng Xueyi's identity as a transmigrator right now, but she remembered there was something off about Sheng Xueyi.
"Dad, wait a minute!"
Yuan Yindi, thinking about his elder brother and sister-in-law possibly seeking his help for the factory in the future, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
