She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Professor Yan keenly noticed Manshu's actions.

He smiled apologetically at Manshu: "Sorry, Manman, I was distracted. When I saw you, I thought of my daughter, your aunt."

"Aunt?" Mansu didn't know how to comfort an old lady who was still grieving over her daughter's death.

She could only go along with what he said, because what he needed now was a qualified listener.

"Yes, you and her look a bit alike."

In fact, if you look closely, they don't look particularly similar.

But at first glance, he seemed to see Yu'er when she was a teenager.

Her childish face overlapped with the little girl in front of her.

Maybe, because they are all members of the Yan family, Manshu looks like Yan Rulan, and also has some resemblance to his own daughter Ruyu.

"When she was a teenager, she was as beautiful as you..."

Not only is Yan Ruyu beautiful, she is also smart and generous.

Yan Ruyu has been a star since she was young, with good grades, a likable personality and good looks. She grew up like a star.

Even during the years she spent in the countryside, she was born in a cowshed and was raised under everyone's protection.

Perhaps Manshu gave Professor Yan an outlet for venting, and he talked to her for a long time.

From his mouth, Manshu heard a vivid picture of Yan Ruyu.

It was not until the doorbell rang that Professor Yan came out of his memories.

Yan Rushan had never heard his father talk so much about his sister, and he was stunned as he listened.

He was too young when his sister died and his memory is not very clear.

His memory of his sister was that she was gentle, knowledgeable, and kind to him.

Later, his sister passed away and the whole family was immersed in grief. The atmosphere at home was depressing during that period, which also had a certain impact on him.

"You guys keep talking, I'll go open the door!"

When he heard the doorbell, Yan Rushan reacted faster than Manshu.

Before Manshu could speak out to stop him, Yan Rushan had already stood up and walked towards the door.

He opened the door and looked into Yan Zhan's eyes.

"How did you find this place?" Yan Rushan blurted out the question.

Yan Zhan was also a little surprised when he saw Yan Rushan: "Aren't you and Professor Yan going to visit relatives in the countryside?"

"We went to the countryside, but this is also my second aunt's home. She and my niece moved to the city. We followed her and returned in the afternoon."

Yan Rushan explained, and then when he saw Yan Zhan looking into the house, he subconsciously blocked him: "You haven't told me yet, how did you find this place?"

"I'm not looking for you." Yan Zhan was blocked by him, his face expressionless.

"Are you looking for my dad?" Yan Rushan turned around and was about to shout inside.

At the same time, he was still thinking that what his father said was right.

The Yan family is watching their every move.

She was afraid that they would find her niece before the Yan family.

"Well, my uncle, he is here to see me." Manshu saw Yan Rushan stopping someone and followed him out.

When Yan Zhan heard this name, his brows moved slightly: "What do you call him?"

Does she like to recognize relatives so casually?

It’s fine to call him Third Uncle, but what does it mean to call Yan Rushan “Uncle”?

Yan Zhan has never checked who the Yan family’s relatives are in City C.

He hadn't thought about it that way before.

Of course, there is no coincidence in the world.

"She is my niece, what's wrong?" Yan Rushan immediately defended his niece when he saw Yan Zhan talking to his niece with a stern face.

Then it occurred to me that he might have misunderstood.

He touched his nose and explained: "Well, don't get me wrong, she is my cousin, not that..."

Yan Rushan was not sure whether the Yan family was willing to announce the news, but he believed that Yan Zhan could understand what he said next.

It is still not certain whether Yan Siyu is the granddaughter of the Yan family, and it is impossible for her father to be so powerful as to find clues as soon as he arrives.