But the atmosphere inside the room was so heavy that no matter how angry she was, she didn't dare to step away from her mother and brother. All she could do was glare at Mi Sheng, hoping to kill her with her eyes.
Fang Yao stood beside Mi Sheng, his expression perhaps the calmest of everyone present.
His tranquil gaze was like a peaceful autumn lake, quiet and undisturbed by ripples.
This morning, he had learned from Gu Junzhu who his biological parents were.
His biological father was Fang Lutong.
His biological mother was Siqi.
Mi Sheng was his full-blooded younger sister.
To him, this was the best outcome.
Knowing who his parents were was enough for him.
The most beautiful part was having a sister whom he liked very much, and she liked him too.
In the past few days, while he was ill with wounds and a high fever, Mi Sheng had been by his bedside, never removing her clothes to rest.
