Jiang Nanshu smiled gently amidst the angry gaze of the youth.
The smile made the red tear mole under the corner of her left eye even more vivid, adding a bright, rose-like radiance to her appearance.
She pointed directly at Jiang Leyi and said to the youth in a gentle tone, "I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for her."
It would have been better if Jiang Nanshu had kept quiet, but her words made the young boy break into tears.
As if Jiang Nanshu were some unforgivable villain.
But she had no interest in appeasing a child, even if this was Ji Ze, her foster brother with whom she had lived day and night for eleven years.
He was fifteen this year, attended Mingde Middle School, and was currently a freshman.