"But…" Yan Huan frowned. "Didn't you notice, your father and your grandfather do not look alike, neither do you look like him. Say, could it be that your father was picked up from a dumpster?"
Lu Yi quickly covered her mouth, "Don't talk nonsense." Yan Huan blinked her eyes. She truly felt that it was really strange; it couldn't be that he was actually adopted?
What is she doing, thinking about nonsense all the time. Lu Yi pulled his hand away to let her sit up straight.
But Yan Huan could not help feeling suspicious. She leaned her chin against Lu Yi's shoulder. "Look at how nice your grandfather treated that Miao. You were almost killed by that Miao, yet he did not care. In addition, he lashed out at you twice because of that Miao, you were wounded and bruised; don't tell me that his beatings and scoldings were out of love. No one loves their grandson in such a way?"