Xi Nian raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Who can tell? Indeed, being the only son, they thought they had kept this matter tightly secret, but in reality, there's no difference in how we're treated—when it's time to scold, they're even more ruthless than us."
"Who knew this is actually a strange kind of care, worrying that their own son would end up useless, a hopeless Adou, afraid that the Xi Family's assets would fall on our heads."
Speaking of which, it's all so ironic. Yuran felt aggrieved for having been born into such a household at the Xi Family. She sighed and massaged her forehead, feeling somewhat relieved, "Although I lived a messy life before, compared to growing up in the Xi Family, I think I've been very lucky."
Meng Qiuyan also agreed with Yuran's statement, "Count me in. I also think that not growing up in the Xi Family has possibly saved my values. If I had, who knows what I could have turned into by now."
The three Xi brothers: "..."
