Chu Yan called before going to bed last night and asked his assistant to prepare some clothes for the children.

Not long after waking up in the morning, the assistant brought people from the store to the house with mobile clothes hangers full of clothes. There were dozens of dazzling sets of children's clothes for Chu Yan to choose from.

Wen Chi happened to come out of the room and was surprised to see such a big scene:

"so much?"

He thought there were only one or two.

Chu Yan put one hand in his pocket and said indifferently:

"Pick one first."

Wen Chi thought he understood.

He walked over, thinking of helping.

As a result, after looking at dozens of sets of clothes, he thought every one of them was super beautiful.

After all, any clothing will be twice as beautiful when made into a mini version.

How can one choose Wen Chi?

Just when he placed his hopes on his elder brother Chu Yan.

The next second, I heard Chu Yan say:

“They’re all pretty.”

Wen Chi nodded in agreement: That’s true.

Chu Yan: "Leave them all here."

Wen Chi, who was still nodding, suddenly felt his neck stiffen.

Wh-what?

"Didn't you say to pick one?"

Chu Yan made a gesture, indicating you to come.

Wen Chi was silent.

Just then his phone rang. It was Xia Kai calling.

Wen Chi quickly found an excuse to slip away to avoid this embarrassment.

Chu Yan was left standing there, facing the brand store staff who were smiling brightly:

"Sir, are all the clothes here to stay? Do you want our baby to try them on?"

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Chu Yan hesitated.

After hearing the latter sentence, Chu Yan said directly and decisively:

"No need, Sui Sui looks good in anything!"

The staff felt in their hearts:

What doting parents!

At this time.

A sudden voice interrupted:

"What are you doing?"

Chu Yan looked over the crowd and saw a person slowly walking in from the entrance.

Smell ink.

Chu Yan subconsciously glanced in the direction Wen Chi left:

"Xiao Mo, why are you here?"

Pause, remember,

"Did you enter using the password yourself?"

"Didn't you say that once before?"

Wen Mo walked in slowly, his eyes fixed on the clothes rack.

Chu Yan's attention was not on this:

"That was two years ago... Why didn't you call before coming here?"

Wen Mo shook the phone in his hand:

"I called, but the phone is turned off."

Chu Yan just remembered that he was so busy yesterday that he forgot to charge his phone.

After instructing his assistant, Chu Yan returned to the original question:

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Wen Mo was fine originally, but now he is.

She had a strange look on her face and hesitated for a long time to speak.

It was Chu Yan who took the initiative:

"Ask anything you want to ask."

Wen Mo pursed his lips:

"You... have a child?"

Chu Yan, who remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed, was startled by Wen Mo's surprising train of thought and started coughing!

"Ahem...what did you say? Wait, say it again?"

The tone was clearly dangerous.

The assistants and store staff nearby fell silent, lowered their heads, and wished they could find a hole in the ground to crawl into to escape this strange atmosphere.

Especially Chu Yan, who looked unhappy.

On the other hand, Wen Mo, the instigator, showed no fear at all and repeated his words succinctly:

"I asked you if you have a child? It looks like a daughter. Is she my niece?"

Chu Yan looked at Wen Mo quietly and dangerously, unable to utter a word.

Wen Mo spread his hands innocently:

"Do you need me to repeat it in English?"

"Need not."

Chu Yan slowly exhaled the foul air that was pent up in his chest and sighed.

"What weird things does your genius brain think about all day long?"

Wen Mo shrugged again:

"So I wasn't surprised? Didn't you see it?"

Chu Yan pressed his temples with a headache:

"It's just right that you're here. I have something to tell you."

Before that, he asked the store staff to leave the clothes and left first.

The assistant left together.

The living room, which was bustling with activity just a minute ago, suddenly became empty and cold.

Only an exaggerated number of mobile clothes hangers are left.

Wen Mo was still looking at those little skirts.

But Chu Yan had already switched to the next topic.

He glanced at the direction Wen Chi left again, thought about it, and felt that it would be better to give Wen Mo a shot of prevention first.

"What do you think if I want to adopt a child as a sister?"

Wen Mo's back stiffened.

Then, she slowly turned around, stared into Chu Yan's eyes, and asked word by word:

"What did you say?"

The originally cheerful and teasing tone quickly faded.

It also reflects her bad mood at the moment.

Chu Yan naturally noticed it.

Or rather, he had anticipated it.

But he also thought about it.

If I can't even convince Wen Mo, how can I convince other elders in the family?

"You haven't heard me. What I'm talking about is adopting a child as a sister. I want to ask for your opinion."

Wen Mo took a deep breath, a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips:

"Since President Chu has said so, hasn't the decision been made? Does my opinion matter?"

Chu Yan nodded:

"It matters. We are family."

Wen Mo almost sneered:

"Well, I disagree."

When her eyes fell on the pretty little dresses on the mobile hangers again, the initial teasing was gone, replaced by disgust and resistance.

Wen Mo didn't even look at Chu Yan and said:

"I don't want to think about your reasons, no matter what they are, the bottom line is the bottom line."

For Wen Mo, this action has touched upon the minefield of his mother and unborn little sister.

Although his words were not very clear, Wen Mo was warning Chu Yan to be sensible in what he did.

Chu Yan, who has always been the eldest son and the eldest brother, has not been taught a lesson like this for a long time.

He was not annoyed, and said in a gentle voice:

"This is a long story. Please listen to my reasons first..."

"No."

Wen Mo decisively prepared to leave.

Turning around, his eyes met Wen Chi who had just returned from a phone call.

The brother and sister haven't seen each other for almost two years.

The last time we met, we had another quarrel and parted on bad terms.

Of course, it was mainly Wen Mo's words directed at Wen Chi, and Wen Chi passively endured it.

Now when Wen Mo saw Wen Chi, he still didn't look happy.

She figured something out:

"No wonder you've been acting so strangely lately. It turns out you've been influenced by him. Is it because this guy got into trouble outside and wants you, the scapegoat, to clean it up?"

When facing Wen Chi, Wen Mo was even more sharp and harsh than usual.

Chu Yan wanted to persuade him helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Wen Chi, who never loses his temper, rarely got angry when his sister targeted him.

His face was tense and ugly, and his hands were clenched into fists:

"You don't know anything, don't talk nonsense!"

Anger instantly swept through Wen Mo's mind, and for a moment he even ignored the "Sui Sui" mentioned by Wen Chi.

She raised her lips and sneered:

"You mean, this matter has nothing to do with you?"

“It does have something to do with me…”

The two were about to quarrel.

The door was opened, and Sui Sui came out rubbing his sleepy eyes:

"S-Stop arguing!"