"Yuhe, from now on, I'll leave Yuxin to you. If he misbehaves, feel free to scold or hit him." Ye Qiu said, heavily patting the back of his youngest son. "Hurry up and thank your brother Yuhe."
Reluctantly, Yang Yuxin stepped forward and mumbled, "Sorry to trouble you, Brother Yuhe."
Yang Yuhe was a tall and strong man, with a sturdy build. Otherwise, even if the village chief had connections, he wouldn't have been able to get his son into the government office.
He slightly frowned at Yang Yuxin, with a look of displeasure in his eyes. But that was understandable; those who worked in the government office were all quite capable. Yang Yuxin looked thin and weak, not like a child raised in the countryside, but more like the pampered offspring of a wealthy family, always without any proper conduct.
