If she didn't know where her sister had gone, or why she had disappeared, Grandma might not have come over.
He might have harbored illusions, feeling that Wei Yihan's words made sense.
But now that he thought about it, perhaps some people from good family environments couldn't understand these feelings.
"It's quite good, there's Grandma too."
Little Milk Jin folded the card paper in her hands.
"This is family too, right? I've even seen families favor boys over girls, abandoning the girls. Then when the boy fell ill and needed a blood transfusion and bone marrow donation from relatives, they made a big fuss searching for people. Once they found a match, they resorted to all kinds of moral coercion."
Little Milk Jin finished making the paper airplane in her hands, casually set it aside, and patted his shoulder like a little adult.
