Zhong Yilin smiled and said, "It's great to have a daughter."
I asked sideways, "Are you my dad?"
Zhong Yilin nodded his chin, took out the household registration book from the cabinet, pointed to the red stamp on it, and said seriously, "I am your legal guardian."
I continued to raise my eyebrows sideways, "My dad is your teacher. Even if you are my guardian, you can only be considered my brother at best."
We are adoptive and adopted. The year he took us home, I was eight years old and he was twenty-five. He is seventeen years older than me. Since then, we have often sat on the couch arguing about our relationship.
He treated me like a daughter and cured the autistic me, but he planted another disease in my heart - Electra, oh, no, Uncle Love, and moreover, he was just Brother Love.
Once a teacher, always a father, my dad was his teacher.
According to ancient teachings, he is just a senior brother at best.
His goal is to straighten me out and be his good daughter. My goal is to bend him and become Professor Zhong who only loves me.
This article is extremely controlling and should be approached with caution.