"Mother, is little brother alright?" Chu Ziluo was holding a freshly washed peach in her hand. In fact, she had been eavesdropping outside.
She was meticulous. After listening to the conversation between her mother and her brother, she completely understood what her brother was thinking.
She was a little shocked. She did not expect her brother, who had always been optimistic and cheerful, to hide his guilt in his heart.
Although she was sensible, she did not know what to do.
"Ziluo," Ye Muyu saw her come in and reminded her, "You must have heard what Mother said just now."
"From now on, you'll be helping your brother."
"Mother, as long as it can help little brother, I will definitely not decline." Chu Ziluo patted her chest and accepted the task. She was worried that she would not be able to help, but her mother trusted her so much.
Chu Ziluo was both happy and worried.
