Little Bun knew why this matter fell on his shoulders. Ever since he could remember, his father seemed afraid he would run away, urging him daily to study hard, be clever, and not be troublesome. He said he would only keep the family business for fifteen years and no longer; whether he could maintain the family tradition depended on his own ability then.
Why?
Because his mother, not to mention she dislikes being confined quietly in one place, suffered a great physical loss when giving birth to him, and has been recuperating ever since, unable to bear another child.
If it were like this, as a son, if he didn't work hard and caused her trouble, his father might either drive him out.
Hence, it wasn't Little Bun himself striving upwards, but his heartless father pushing him upwards.
"Go to Uncle Changsheng, and yes, call Brother An and Yan Shengran and Meng Zixuan to Uncle's place," Little Bun made a turn in front of his tent, heading towards his uncle.
