"My nephew?" Jiang Man didn't catch on at first.
"You beast."
Indeed, she did have a little nephew, only three years old this year, the grandson of her adoptive elder brother.
Love knows no age, they say.
But JOJO was 23 this year, which made them 20 years apart.
The most crucial fact was that her little nephew was still wearing split pants!
"Man, what are you thinking about? I'm not talking about your three-year-old little hairball of a nephew. I'm talking about Lu Zhan, him!"
"Him, huh." Jiang Man suddenly lost interest.
"Then you chase after him."
The love affairs of adults didn't seem that interesting to her.
She walked over to the living room sofa, leaned back lazily, and took out her phone, ready to play a game.
She hadn't played games much recently, only when she was bored. She was very controlled, with a strong ability to quit.
