Su Nanzhi drove home in a car that wasn't hers, and then she went up to her apartment as usual, keyed in the code for the lock, and opened the door.
In the living room, there were two people, one big and one small.
Today, An Yunhuai and the little kid were dressed as if they were ready to go out.
Thanks to the clothes Su Nanzhi initially bought for her brother, An Yunhuai's current style was no longer on the same level as before.
Before, he had the appearance of a beautiful but frail young man. Now he somewhat had the air of a gentle young master, and both his demeanor and habits were things that needed time to cultivate.
Speaking of which, instances of wealthy families having the wrong child were not uncommon. Sometimes it was accidental, but more often it was deliberate.
Those children who were found and brought back, trying to develop their demeanor in a short time, was completely a joke.
At most, they could develop their acting skills.
