Xiao Yishan left with a cold expression on his face, without uttering a word.
Xiao Yuchuan and Xiao Qinghe watched his heavy silhouette, knowing that the second brother would at least consider the matter.
"Third brother, you've taken care of me during this time, it's been tough on you," Xiao Qinghe said as he watched his third brother carrying a bucket with freshly washed clothing, some of which were his. The third brother had been looking after his daily life these days, and Qinghe was not ungrateful; he still felt thankful in his heart.
Xiao Yuchuan placed the bucket under the clothing bamboo pole in the yard and spread the wet clothing piece by piece on the rack.