Xiao Mo couldn't help but let out a scream.

housekeeper:……

He couldn't help but glanced at Xiao Mo, thinking that this young master might be a little mentally retarded.

Of course, it is impossible for him to say this, after all, he still has to hang out with Zhao Li.

Master Xiao Mo, are you alright? He asked hastily.

Xiao Mo leaned against the wall with his feet folded, and waited for the door in front of him bitterly: I'm fine, butler, right? You smashed this door down for me!

housekeeper:……

He has always heard rumors about this young master Xiao Mo, saying that he has a very high IQ and was well-bred by his wife, but he skipped a grade to go to middle school at the age of ten, knows three musical instruments, and dabbles in painting... …

But seeing you today...

The butler decided it was better to remain silent.

Click the door opened.

Xiao Yan's figure appeared at the door, and Ah Zhao stood beside him.

Has father come to see me? Xiao Yan asked.

The housekeeper could clearly see that although Young Master Xiao Yan tried his best to make himself look calm, the expectation in his eyes was still evident.

Sure enough, he was still a boy who longed for his father's attention.

Before he could answer, Xiao Mo, who was ignored by the side, yelled in dissatisfaction: Are you my brother Xiao Yan?

Xiao Yan's eyes sank.

Xiao Mo.

These two words circled twice at the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't forget the way the other party stomped his cat to death with a smile.

Even at that time Xiao Mo was only a four-year-old child.

Some things cannot be forgiven just because they are young.

What's more, until now, he has never heard an apology from Xiao Mo.

Xiao Yan glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Xiao Mo pouted unhappily, but did not get angry.

His eyeballs rolled around, and suddenly he said loudly: Brother Xiao Yan, this door of yours is not good at all, it hit my foot. Can you dismantle it!

Xiao Yan didn't answer him, but Ah Zhao couldn't help laughing.

The door can't be moved, how could it hit you?

Xiao Mo stared blankly at Ah Zhao, only thinking that this woman was prettier than his mother.

He just stared at A Zhao without speaking, but Xiao Yan's originally calm eyes darkened.

Father must have been waiting for a long time, let's go down first. After speaking, he took Ah Zhao's hand and walked downstairs without anyone's consent.

Father Xiao and Zhao Li were already sitting on the sofa, and Aunt Zhang poured tea for them.

Father Xiao didn't even look at it, Zhao Li picked it up, took a sip and put it down, never touching it again.

When the two heard footsteps, they both looked over - a boy in a simple white shirt walked over with a beautiful girl.

Zhao Li was shocked to see Xiao Yan like this.

Although she didn't intend to let this stepson go, from the bottom of her heart, Zhao Li didn't take Xiao Yan seriously.

According to the information and photos given to her by the housekeeper on a regular basis, Xiao Yan should have an introverted and gloomy appearance, which is not pleasant at first glance.

Who can tell her, who is this young man with handsome features and peaceful demeanor, full of the smell of first love, in front of her?

She remembered what the housekeeper said that Xiao Yan had changed a lot in the past six months...

Zhao Li looked at the woman following Xiao Yan, she knew this person very well, and she picked it out herself.

Originally, she was quite satisfied with A Zhao, but now, she doubted whether she was doing this move correctly...

This change... is too huge, right?

She subconsciously turned her head to look at her husband Xiao Hansheng.

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