Liang Youcai laughed; his grandson is far more sensible than his son.
At this moment, his less-than-sensible son, Liang Tie, was reporting accounts to Yang Ruxin. He rarely goes out now and has become the manager for all the transportation teams, overseeing where each team goes and what goods they need to carry.
After finishing the accounts, Yang Ruxin looked up at the man in front of her: "Brother Tie Dan, it's been so many years; you still haven't given up?"
Liang Tie shook his head: "She told me to wait for her; she said she would come back, and I believe her."
Yang Ruxin sighed: "Alright, it's just that Uncle Youcai and Aunt Xinghua are aging."
Liang Tie was stunned.
"You can't be too selfish." Yang Ruxin smiled, "Such good parents, you have to consider their feelings, right? They love you more than they love themselves."
Liang Tie bit his lip.
