Miao Zhizhi could not see much of Lan Ruozhu's appearance because the latter wore a hat and a scarf. Miao Zhizhi felt the youth was unique but could not tell what it was.
Su Binglan replied, "This is my brother."
"B-Brother?" Miao Zhizhi was stunned.
'If I remember correctly, none of Binglan's brothers looked like him. The others don't look like this person before me.' She was puzzled, but there were certain things one could not ask.
She felt it was inappropriate to pry. After all, the Su family only had one principle—supporting Su Binglan unconditionally.
Su Binglan took the initiative to explain, "He's my adopted brother."
Then Miao Zhizhi understood what she meant. "Oh, I see. Since he's your adopted brother, he's family. Your uncle and I will cook something nice for you two."
"Of course. Thank you, Aunt Zhizhi." Su Binglan smiled. She was thrilled that her family had accepted Lan Ruozhu so readily. Then she turned to Lan Ruozhu, and he softly said, "Hello, Aunt Zhizhi."
