Yu Yiwan suppressed the surge of disgust in her heart and began speaking slowly, "She's not your sister Shishi. Your sister Shishi has gone far away and won't be coming back." Just a bastard child, how could she allow her son to call her sister?
Fu Siyu's intelligence was around that of a seven-year-old, so he couldn't quite grasp what his mother was saying.
He tilted his head, "Mom, then who is she?"
He didn't understand much else, but he really liked that pretty young lady and felt a sense of closeness. Just looking at her from a distance made him very happy.
Yu Yiwan had no intention of discussing that little bastard in front of her son, so with a good-natured gesture, she reached out to touch his hair, her expression softening, "Someone unimportant. Alright, let's not talk about this. What would you like to eat tonight? Mom will have the kitchen prepare it."
"Anything is fine," Fu Siyu said with a smile, his eyes especially pure, as if unaware of the ways of the world.
