Ye Gaoshui was walking towards Ye Qingzhi, originally planning to pull the child over for an inspection, but unexpectedly, Ye Qingzhi quickly dodged him and hid behind Ye Jiu.
This scene was indeed ironic.
"If I remember correctly, Qingzhi should still have two months before she turns seven," Ye Jiu asked calmly, then changed his tone, "But it's just such a child that almost single-handedly manages all the chores for your second branch of the family, washing, cooking, cleaning, feeding chickens. Second brother, is your heart made of iron? While the adults idle about, you let a child toil so much. She's your only daughter. Don't you feel any pain watching this?"
"I..." Ye Gaoshui's eyes flickered, "Isn't it normal for a girl to do some chores? Which family's daughter doesn't work at her parent's home?"
Of course, the Ye Family was an exception.