Rubik’s Cube

Song Yaoyao shook her head and sat in the chair, shaking her legs out of boredom.

"There's no need to trouble you." Her voice was gentle, obedient, and soft.

However, Song Wenchuan was not used to it. He felt that she was being too polite.

"Yaoyao..."

He slowly walked to Song Yaoyao's side and squatted down. His gaze swept up her body and looked into her eyes.

"Whether you believe it or not, in my heart, you will always be my little sister."

She had been his little sister for more than ten years. How could the words 'not related by blood' easily erase everything?

Perhaps the other members of the Song Family could easily end all of this, but Song Wenchuan could not.

The man's eyes were clear and bright. When he did not smile, his facial features were slightly sharp.

Song Yaoyao nodded. "I know."