Lu Zhanxing also found it quite magical.
If it had been Lu Ting, he definitely couldn't have done it, to be as attentive as he was today.
All for a single call of "brother."
The bonds of blood were indeed marvelous.
Lu Zhanxing, with a smile in his eyes, said tenderly, "These years have been hard on you."
Qiao Yun shook her head and said, "I haven't had a hard time."
"Sister, don't be stubborn."
Lu Zhanxing didn't believe her, "Mom already told me, your life in the countryside was tough, with only a grandfather by your side, living day to day on a tight budget..."
Qiao Yun's somber personality must have been forced on her by the environment she grew up in.
So much so that she became accustomed to facing difficulties alone.
It wasn't the first time that Lu Zhanxing had heard their mother complain about his sister, how she kept everything to herself and didn't share with them.
Qiao Yun: "..."
Some things are not timely to mention now.