Yan Zhan's brows were furrowed all the way from the door to the elevator.
The elevator is too small for Yan Zhan.
The small space made Yan Zhan very uncomfortable, so he reached out and loosened the buttons of his shirt.
There are small advertisements for various cram schools posted everywhere in the elevator. Although the cleaning staff will clean them up every once in a while, they are banned repeatedly.
The environment is not very good, this is Yan Zhan's first impression of this place.
But in fact, Manshu is already very satisfied.
Before the elevator door closed, someone else came in, and there was a whole bunch of people.
Manshu was so crowded that she almost lost her balance, but Yan Zhan reached out to hold her arm.
He himself was squeezed into the innermost corner.
The environment here is actually very good, and the elevator is quite big for ordinary people.
There are also rich people living here, and they all give in for the sake of their children.
As soon as everyone saw Yan Zhan, they knew that he had an unusual identity.
Looking at Manshu, who was half-protected by him in his arms, everyone understood it tacitly.
An aunt even talked to Yan Zhan: "Brother, is this your daughter? You look quite young, but you didn't expect the child to be so old."
"No." Yan Zhan frowned.
Does he look like he has such an old daughter?
Wan Yi next to him couldn't help but secretly laugh. 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 she's my sister." Another aunt who spoke had a pregnant belly, and she must be giving birth to a second child. "Some brothers and sisters are very different in age. Our eldest is in the senior year of high school this year, and the younger one is still in my belly."
"There are not many brothers who can come and study with their sisters." The first one to speak was curious about Yan Zhan, "Brother, what grade is your sister in high school? How are your grades? Do you usually enroll in cram schools?"
Yan Zhan: "..." He didn't know anything about it!
Others in the elevator immediately started chatting about the cram school.
From time to time, everyone asked Yan Zhan a few words until they got off the elevator.
Manju could still hear the first aunt saying: "The eldest brother in that family is good-looking, but he doesn't like to talk. He probably can't help his younger sister study. There is a generation gap between children and adults nowadays..."
"Pfft..." Manshu couldn't help laughing.
Yan Zhan was mistaken for her father and her brother, and was disliked by her aunts for not being talkative.
This is probably a special experience that Yan Zhan will never have in his life.
Maybe she was smiling too hard, so Yan Zhan glanced over.
Manshu quickly put away her smile and opened the door.
Yan Zhan looked at Wan Yi: "The environment here is not good."
I mean, how did you choose the house in the first place?
Wan Yi died unjustly.
"Third Master, this community is in a school district and is famous far and wide. Many parents are vying for housing here in order to accompany their children to study."
It would be great if you could buy a set, you are quite picky!
Besides, it’s not just for you to live in. Isn’t it okay if the little girl is satisfied?
"Yes, Third Uncle, I think the house here is very nice."
Manshu opened the door and invited the two of them in.
"You can just go in like this. You don't need to take off your shoes. We will definitely have to clean the house again after we move."
When Yan Zhan heard her call her Third Uncle, he remembered what the old lady had just said that he was Manshu's father.
He was obviously dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything.
He discovered that Manshu liked to call him Third Uncle whenever he asked for something from him or made mistakes.
But she shouted it smoothly and didn't realize there was anything wrong.
Yan Zhan entered the house, glanced around, and went straight to the balcony.
Manshu pulled Wan Yi's arm from behind: "What are you looking at, third uncle?"