"Cough, cough~" Wu Zhiyu awkwardly rose to his feet and cupped his hands in salute, "Rich, so we're relatives after all. My apologies for any offense earlier." This so-called relative was a real stretch at best.
"Why say such a thing, Brother Zhiyu? You and Xuanji want to help, that's a good thing. I haven't even thanked you yet," Wang Fugui said calmly and indifferently.
"Baotian, you too. How could you be unaware of Rich's circumstances? What kind of Clan Relative are you?" Wu Zhiyu then turned to rib Wang Baotian.
"I, I didn't know either. I just met One Hundred and Thirteenth Uncle today..." Wang Baotian said with a hapless, grieving look, "I'm just a kid; no one at home would tell me this stuff for no reason."
