Ye Xin looked a bit disheveled, wearing a vest that seemed to have been bleached by the sun. And his... shoulders! His shoulders were strong and he was carrying four or five bags of cement on them.,Ye Xin's heart was filled with anger. For three years, he had worked diligently, earning every penny to give to his mother and sister, but...he still couldn't get even a single good word from them! In three years of marriage, he hadn't even touched Lin Qingxue's fingers once.,Seeing Ye Xin come over, he hung up the phone and said to Ye Xin's luggage, "Mr. Ye!"。