"Right, my mom asked Nannan to bring something over," Yao Ziye suddenly said.
Jun Ye glanced at him, "What can Nannan do by coming over?"
"My mom always feels that, perhaps with Nannan coming over, she might solve the problem." Yao Ziye touched his protruding bangs, his eyes reflecting a shade of contemplation, "In your family too, isn't it Nannan who's holding things together?"
