It was not easy to reach the grand entrance of the Yang Family, and Yang Ruxin could clearly see the old man Yang heaving a long sigh of relief. She couldn't help but sneer at this display of kinship—if she didn't sever ties completely, she would feel she was doing a disservice to this trip through time.
Indeed, upon entering the Yang Family's courtyard, not a single person came out to take a look or even offer a greeting. Even the old man Yang hopped off the mule cart and went straight into the courtyard, hands behind his back, without the slightest intention of helping Yang Baixiang with a hand.
"Master, the carriage fare," Yang Ruxin called out.
Yang Peili's steps faltered, his face turning extremely ugly, but he still managed to turn around and pay Uncle Lao Kuang ten copper coins, then he entered the house without looking back.