Hearing these words, Wang Xiangxiang's eyes grew somewhat desolate. She genuinely adored her three-year-old brother, who since birth had never once seen their mother or father.
His only knowledge of their parents came from the lips of servants, and as soon as he knew better, he would constantly pester her with questions about where their mother and father were.
Why did everyone else have a mother and father, and only he didn't?
Clutching her brother in her arms, she burst into uncontrollable sobs before finally saying with a heart full of pain, "You do have a mother, sis is your mother."
And so, Little Fufu remembered: when they were alone, he would call her mother, and in the presence of others, he would call her sister.
Wang Xiangxiang snapped back to reality from her memories and squatted down to speak earnestly, "No, you should call him brother as well, he's not daddy."
