Aunt Wang seemed to care about me as usual. She turned around and reached out her hand, gently wiping away tears on my face.
His hands were a little rough. I knew that this was a mark left by years of work. She had paid too much for this family, but he still didn't understand who he was. Who was Gu Yanxuan? Who was this family?
"Auntie, don't make breakfast. We wo n' t eat anymore."
"Don't eat?" "How can I not eat it? I'm telling you, young people who do n' t eat breakfast do great harm to their bodies. Your brother used to be like this, so he didn't eat breakfast. Now, I' ve let him discipline him. He doesn't feel good if he does n' t eat breakfast every day."
Aunt Wang didn't seem to have any reaction to my words. She turned around and was busy with something in the kitchen.
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