The Little Brother's name was Luo Zhou. He should have been in school, but instead, he spent his days hiding in a gloomy, terrifying old mansion. With irresponsible parents and an obsessed grandfather, it was no wonder his personality was so difficult.
Qiao An looked at the Little Brother's small, dirty, tear-streaked face, pulled another wet wipe from her pocket, and beckoned for him to come over.
[I'm starting to think the streamer is Doraemon. Seriously, how much stuff does she have crammed into the pockets of those cargo pants?]
[Stop wondering. It's basically a three-bedroom apartment in there. Understand?]
[I don't get it. I just don't. I can't understand this kid's situation at all. What kind of garbage parents complain they aren't close to their child? You never even raised him, of course you're not close! Why is the older son the left-behind kid while they take the younger brother with them and raise him...]
