"Little Mom, you're wrong!" Gu Zhilin looked at the agitated Zhao Huimin and said unhurriedly, "Although this is the villa my father gave you when he was alive, he probably didn't tell you the origin of this villa."
Zhao Huimin glared at Gu Zhilin. "Don't make up lies to fool me!"
Gu Zhilin smiled, "Why would I make up something that everyone knows?" Gu Zhilin paused for a moment, his greasy face showing a hint of sadness, "This villa used to belong to my mother. When I was young, Gu Zhiming and Gu Zhihuan often came here to play. There were even pictures we carved on the big tree outside. At that time, we were very happy. Later, our mother passed away, and the villa naturally passed to my father. And no one brought us here to play after she's gone. In addition, the three of us gradually grew up with heavier schoolwork, then we gradually forgot about this place."
