"When Mother died, you were only four years old. She held my hand and entrusted you to me. When you were in kindergarten, I was in school. I didn't take good care of you, and you got into the accident. Now that you've finally recovered, I have something to tell Mother's memory," said Mi Xi, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.
Gu Xiaoxi could feel his sincerity and earnestness.
"Don't worry, from now on, I won't let others bully you," Gu Xiaoxi looked up at the sky, as the night deepened, a few stars twinkled in the darkness.
The city under the night sky was even more spectacular.
She liked this affluent city very much, with its beautiful clean streets and one skyscraper after another, each filled with a sense of the sacred and the grandiose.
"Brother, did Mother really leave her estate to me?" Gu Xiaoxi asked seriously, her bright eyes gleaming.
