Lan Yue's figure appeared in sight.
Upon seeing Lan Huan actually there, Lan Yue immediately stepped forward with urgency and said, "Brother, you can't do this."
Lan Huan snorted coldly, "Why can't I do this? Don't forget how daddy died in the end."
Lan Yue bit her lip, "Brother, it's been so many years, aren't you tired? Let bygones be bygones. Can't we find a place to live a good life from now on?"
As she spoke, she glanced in the direction of the banquet hall across from them, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes, "You could marry a wife you love like Xiao Moli, then have a bunch of your own children, and live a peaceful and happy life. Isn't that nice? If there are too many children and you two are too busy, I can..."
Ever since she could remember, she had been living a life of displacement and drifting with Lan Huan.
At their darkest times, they could only wander the streets, scavenging leftover food from restaurants and being bullied by the local hooligans.
