Yang Chuxia took a few steps before recalling that the boy seemed to walk with a limp, and he had also been called a cripple by another boy earlier. She looked back at him; the boy walked with one leg longer than the other, and his slender figure looked increasingly desolate.
"Dad, who is he? You called him Brother An, right?"
"He's also a poor child." Yang Dachuan sighed and spoke slowly, "He is the son of your grandmother's... your step-grandmother's niece. Don't underestimate him; he used to be a nine-year-old Cultivated Talent, and his mind was very intelligent..."
By the time they reached Old Yang Family's gate, Yang Dachuan had almost finished telling the story about Brother An. However, after hearing his experiences, Yang Chuxia couldn't help but feel that Old Lady Hua must have played a significant role in this.