Zhan Yueyang was eight years old and Wenting was twenty years old.
"Hello uncle"
"Hmm... Huh?"
Zhan Yueyang was eighteen years old and Wenting was thirty years old.
"Brother... Can you?"
"You can't even call me brother."
From then on, Wen Ting could never get rid of this child who only seemed good on the outside.
Intention:……