"I was taken away… Next time you're in trouble, just go to Grandma directly, Grandpa has always cared deeply about her."
Jian Yufe's eyebrows raised slightly, "Alright, Mommy will remember that."
It turned out that the old Nangong wasn't completely heartless towards his daughter.
As long as he wasn't entirely devoid of feelings, their family wouldn't be driven to a dead end.
Ansel stayed quiet for a few minutes, then shifted his body.
"Mommy, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Between him and me, who is the older brother, and who is the younger brother?"
Jian Yufei was stunned; she had never considered this question.
Ansel frowned slightly, "Don't you remember? You should at least remember the marks on our bodies, right? Mommy, I have a mole on my arm."
Saying this, he rolled up the sleeve of his plaid shirt, revealing his delicate, pale arm.
Indeed, there was a mole…
