"Ansheng was really mischievous back then??"
Lying on a large bed, Fang Yinyin asked in astonishment, letting out a surprised cry after hearing Miaomiao and An Yue recount Ansheng's past.
Lying on the left side of the covers and clutching the edge of the blanket, Miaomiao gave a gentle, amused smile, her eyes and brows soft. "You wouldn't expect it, would you? I was a bit surprised myself when I first heard Auntie tell stories about him when he was little."
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