Hearing Ye Qiu saying that his money was earned by kowtowing at the cemetery, Aunt Hongxia choked and couldn't speak, then something crossed her mind and she slightly widened her eyes.
It couldn't be what she was thinking, could it? Ye Qiu doesn't seem like someone who would lie. Maybe he really wasn't deceiving anyone!
There might be nothing at others' graves, but who knows about Mr. Ye's?
When Mr. Ye was in his heyday, she had just married into East Stone Village and had witnessed Mr. Ye's capabilities herself, which were indeed not just bluffing. Perhaps Mr. Ye had long foreseen this day for his grandson and had everything arranged in advance?
The aunt shivered, feeling more and more certain about her thoughts.
This was one thousand yuan after all, if it wasn't provided by Mr. Ye, where would Ye Qiu get so much money?
"Oh my, Ye Qiu has even provided a bridal gift, when is the wedding feast going to be? I'll come over and help out."
