As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and showed him Chu Jiaojiao's fortune-telling videos. Each one was incredible, but none of them were wrong.
Yang Jun looked at it for a while, thinking about something.
When he returned home for dinner, he suddenly remembered this matter for some reason, looked at his parents, and asked about it.
"Dad, Mom, did I have an older brother before?"
Hearing this, the chopsticks in Yang's mother's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Yang's father's hand that was holding the soup shook, and the soup spilled out.
Seeing their reactions, Yang Jun couldn't help but feel a little strange. "Do I really have a brother? Why haven't you ever told me about it?"
Mother Yang picked up her chopsticks in a panic and forced a smile. "What nonsense are you talking about? Where did your brother come from? You are obviously an only child."
Father Yang also calmed down and said, "That's right, if there really was a brother, how could we not tell you? It's such a big deal, what could we have hidden from you?"
"By the way, why do you ask this suddenly?"
Yang Jun felt something was amiss, but without giving it much thought, he replied, "A classmate of ours told me that she's a powerful fortune teller. As soon as she saw me, she told me I had a brother and asked me to come back and ask you guys."
Father and Mother Yang looked at each other, understood what was going on, and their expressions relaxed a lot.
"Your classmate is the same age as you. How could he be a fortune teller? He must be joking with you."
"That's right, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat quickly, the food is getting cold."
Yang Jun bit his chopsticks and stared at them for several seconds.
Why do I always feel like my parents are lying?
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