Li Shiyun knew that the last time Ye Yuan had gone to Old Xu's house, he had been like a bandit entering a village.
Not only had he cleared out all of Old Xu's specially supplied cigarettes and liquor.
He had even swiped one of the man's purple clay teapots.
Li Shiyun knew so clearly because some of those "spoils" had already been given to her father as filial gifts.
So, she was more than happy to see the old man and the young man raiding each other.
She had grown up in Shangjing.
She had a certain understanding of Old Xu's influence.
She was sincerely delighted that Ye Yuan could build such a relationship with Old Xu.
Other than Ye Yuan, she had never heard of anyone taking even a single cigarette from Old Xu.
Among the old men of Shangjing, Xu Guoyuan's stinginess was famous.
Yet Ye Yuan could bring back so many specially supplied goods from Old Xu's place, which indirectly showed just how much Old Xu doted on him.
Although she did not know why Old Xu thought so highly of Ye Yuan.
She knew that her boyfriend held an exceptionally important place in Old Xu's heart.
Pulling Ye Yuan over to the reception sofa, Li Shiyun asked curiously:
"What good things do you have there? If the old man wants to take them, just let him. It's not like those things are all that precious to you anyway."
In Li Shiyun's view, the only things on Ye Yuan's island that Old Xu might fancy were the special Aftertaste Wine and the furniture and ornaments he had carved.
Perhaps, in other people's eyes, those things could not be described as precious enough.
But she knew that, to Ye Yuan, they really were nothing unusual.
Ye Yuan