Zuo Ling shrugged and spread his hands:
"Did I say something wrong? According to you, you, me, and him are all children of the same father. Three people, three mothers—what else could we be but a seed-sowing machine?"
She craned her neck toward Ding Jiaojiao, as if whispering:
"Besides the three of us, are there other children who... weren't born to the same mother?"
Ding Jiaojiao looked embarrassed.
Pei Nansheng was overjoyed and took the initiative to answer Zuo Ling's question:
"That's right. As far as I know, we also have a half-brother. I don't know if we've found him or not."
"Pei Nansheng!"
Ding Jiaojiao glared at Pei Nansheng.
Pei Nansheng leaned back lazily in his chair:
"What, now that you're calling me by my name, you're not calling me brother anymore? Didn't you say we're family? It wasn't easy to find a sister like you, so of course I'll tell you everything I know."
Seeing Pei Nansheng, her half-brother, again filled Zuo Ling with emotion.
In her past life, she had high hopes for the Ding family and would not have brought up her father's private matters, which is why there is no conversation like this now.
Naturally, they were unaware that Pei Nansheng harbored resentment towards their father.
In order to protect her large storage room, the Ding family dared not go too far on the surface, at least until the moment before her death.
Unlike ordinary people, she did not live a life of poverty, lacking clothes and food.
However, because they were so well protected, they did not learn the skills to cope with apocalyptic disasters.
Her ability to survive in the apocalypse was almost nonexistent.
If she had to express her gratitude, she thanked Pei Nansheng.
For some unknown reason, he taught her a set of self-defense techniques for women, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
It was precisely because of this one set of self-defense techniques for women that she was able to be reborn and not be at a loss.
I heard that Pei Nansheng returned to the Ding family when he was 7 years old.
For some reason, she always followed her mother's instincts and refused to change her name or surname.
"Hehe, I see. Then calling him a seed planter is quite fitting, isn't it? Where did I go wrong?"
This opening caught Ding Jiaojiao off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.
Pei Nansheng was surprised that Zuo Ling attacked their father right away, and couldn't help but become somewhat interested in Zuo Ling.
"My father is an elder; how can you disrespect him and make fun of him like that!"
Ding Jiaojiao reprimanded her, maintaining her haughty demeanor.
Zuo Ling knew that Ding Jiaojiao's phone was on, and their conversation could be heard from thousands of miles away.
She didn't care; she just wanted them to hear it.
He leaned back, looking nonchalant, and said:
"Elders? Hmph, I've lived for 28 years and I've seen all my elders, but none of them have four children and four mothers. Oh, no, maybe... perhaps, elders with five, six, seven, or eight children and five, six, seven, or eight mothers."
The person on the other end of the phone was furious.
Pei Nansheng tried hard to control his facial expressions so as not to laugh too heartily.
“Zuo Ling, I know you’re angry. Your father didn’t abandon you intentionally; there were reasons for it…”
Before Ding Jiaojiao could finish speaking, Zuo Ling made a stop gesture:
"Stop, no need for excuses. Just tell me, what do you want?"
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