"Do you remember your mother's mumu and cousin?"
Meng Xinian put down the cup and sat up straight.
A trace of annoyance flashed in his dark eyes, "The Nian family?"
That's right, the Nian family.
They were a family he really disliked.
One could say, when it came to the Nian surname, aside from his mother and grandmother, there was no one he liked.
He didn't have much impression of his grandmother either. After his mother passed away, he almost completely forgot about the Nian family and never considered them as relatives or his own people.
Now, hearing Old Meng mention these two people, he immediately felt something was going on.
"Yes, the Nian family. You don't remember, do you?"
"I don't remember."
These two, he heard his mother mention them before, when he was a little baby, they had come to the Capital City, but he was too young then to have any memory, so he didn't remember at all.
"They came to the Capital City, and are now staying in our house."
