She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Yan Zhan's brows were furrowed from the moment he entered the door to the moment he got into the elevator.

The elevator was too small for Yan Zhan.

The small space made Yan Zhan feel very uncomfortable, and he reached out to loosen the buttons of his shirt.

There are advertisements for various cram schools everywhere in the elevator. Although the cleaning staff clean them up every once in a while, they still persist.

The environment is not very good. This is Yan Zhan’s first impression of this place.

But in fact, Manshu was already very satisfied.

Before the elevator door closed, other people came in, a group of them.

Manshu was almost unable to stand due to the crowd's squeeze, but Yan Zhan reached out and held her arm.

He himself was squeezed into the innermost corner.

The environment here is actually very good, and the elevator is quite large for an ordinary one.

There are also many wealthy people living here, all of whom make concessions for the sake of their children.

As soon as everyone saw Yan Zhan, they knew he was of extraordinary status.

Looking at Manshu who was half-protected in his arms, they all understood each other tacitly.

There was even an auntie who said to Yan Zhan, "Brother, is this your daughter? You look quite young, but I didn't expect the child to be this big already."

"No." Yan Zhan frowned.

Does he look like he has a daughter this old?

Wan Yi standing next to him couldn't help but secretly stifle his laughter. His boss had a unique temperament and stood out from the crowd.

Those who entered the elevator later were basically looking at him.

"I think it's a younger sister." Another auntie who came to talk was pregnant and was about to give birth to her second child. "Some siblings have a big age difference. The older one in my family is in the third year of high school this year, and the younger one is still in my belly."

"There aren't many brothers who can accompany their sisters to study." The first one who spoke was full of curiosity about Yan Zhan, "Brother, what grade is your sister in? How are her grades? Do you guys usually take remedial classes?"

Yan Zhan: “…” He knows nothing about anything!

The other people in the elevator immediately started talking about the cram school.

From time to time, everyone asked Yan Zhan a few questions until they got off the elevator.

Manshu could still hear the first aunt say, "That older brother is good-looking, but he doesn't like to talk. I guess he can't help his younger sister with her studies. There is a generation gap between children and adults nowadays..."

"Pfft..." Manshu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yan Zhan was mistaken for her father and brother one after another, and was disliked by the aunts for being quiet.

This is probably a special experience that Yan Zhan will never have in his life.

Perhaps it was because she laughed too much and didn't know how to restrain herself, Yan Zhan glanced over at her lightly.

Manshu quickly put away his smile and went to open the door.

Yan Zhan looked at Wan Yi and said, "The environment here is not good."

I mean, how did you choose the house in the first place?

Wan Yi really died unjustly.

"Third Master, this community is well-known for its school district housing. Many parents are scrambling to buy housing here in order to send their children to school."

It's good enough that you can buy one set. You are quite picky!

Besides, it’s not for you to live here, isn’t it enough as long as the girl is satisfied?

"Yes, Uncle San, I think the house here is very nice."

Manshu opened the door and invited the two in.

"You guys just go in like this, no need to take off your shoes. We'll definitely have to clean up again after we move in."

When Yan Zhan heard her call him Third Uncle, he remembered what the older sister had said just now: he was Manshu's father.

He was obviously a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything.

He discovered that whenever Manshu asked him for something or made a mistake, he would call him Third Uncle.

But she just called it so easily that she didn't realize there was anything wrong with it.

Yan Zhan entered the room, glanced around, and went straight to the balcony.

Manshu pulled Wan Yi's arm from behind: "What are you looking at, Uncle San?"