Zhang Miao chuckled, "Who in the Bounty World doesn't have secrets? Yang Gang, can you decisively slap your chest and assure us that you're not keeping any from us?"
"Hehehehe"
Yang Gang gave an awkward smile. He really couldn't refute that because indeed, he'd been keeping secrets from Zhang Miao.
Like the matter of cell division.
Zhang Miao rolled her eyes and chose not to respond, returning to her cooking.
Watching Zhang Miao's busy figure, Yang Gang gently smiled and said, "Sister Miao, even though you're not that old, but you seem very mature."
As she was stir-frying vegetables, Zhang Miao helplessly replied, "What else can I do? A best friend, a little sister, and two little brothers all need me to look after them. If I weren't mature, how would I cope? Can I really rely on you, father?"
Puff!
Yang Gang almost choked on his own spit.
Relying on that old fox of a foster dad? Might as well clasp your hands together and pray to God.