She supported Jia Shanliang as they slowly ascended the stairs.
"Would you like to sit in my room for a bit?"
Jia Shanliang, not wanting to return to his own dark room, nodded.
"Isn't she your mom?" Jia Shanliang asked curiously.
The structuring of the Fan Family, she wasn't very clear on, and naturally, she didn't know much about Fan Rou's matters.
She understood that the siblings of the Fan Family didn't get along, but she didn't think much about it, nor did she find it strange.
In a big family, with deep walls and high gates, everyone is captivated by power, and in the whirlpool of power, who remembers that everyone is siblings?
But Fan Mother is different. She's a mother, after all. What mother doesn't love her own children?
No matter how biased, it can't be that extreme, right?
"You don't know? She's not my biological mother."
"Oh." Jia Shanliang was full of surprise: "I'm sorry, I didn't know, you..."
