After Li Sanzhu and Fang Yueyin made their investments and became rich, many poor relatives would come knocking on their doors every year. Not to mention Li Shuyi, even ai Ru was used to it.
After a pause, AI ru continued, “But from the looks of it, they don’t seem to be poor relatives.”
Ai Ru only took a glance from afar and did not see the faces of Cen Shaoqing and Ye Zhuo.
Although she could not see their faces clearly, she could tell from their temperament that they were not the kind of shameless and poor relatives. Ai Ru even felt that they were somewhat familiar.
A very familiar feeling.
Li Shuyi said, “What else can they be if they are not poor relatives? Just my little uncle and aunt’s family, what good relatives can they have?”