It's normal for Dad to be concerned about Xiao Jiu; he's the youngest child.
"Dad, if I can establish myself in the Capital in these three years, I'll give Xiao Jiu a hand."
Yang Jiahui nodded; his son was very understanding. As a father, he naturally hoped his sons would help each other.
Not to mention, he's even more concerned about his youngest son. When the two left the Yang Family that afternoon, they took back many gifts.
The sisters-in-law grumbled angrily at home, thinking Zeng Hongling was cunning for keeping up appearances.
Actually, they didn't realize that even if given the opportunity, they couldn't do such things primarily because their own families were average. There was nothing from their natal families to bring back to show off.
But knowing they'd be leaving in a few days, and for several years, they felt much at ease in their hearts.
On New Year's Eve, they followed the Northern custom of making dumplings.
