Zhao Nan's life had been bitterly cold. Ever since coming to his senses, apart from that brief time when he had felt warmth, he had grown accustomed to the indifference of family love, had grown used to Guo Cuiping's sharpness, and to the fact that Zhao Jian Country, his biological father, doted on a pretentious son.
From the age of fifteen, he made the resolute decision to start boarding at school, spending summer and winter vacations at his aunt's, and only reluctantly returning home when absolutely necessary. His aunt was still working for Sichuan Pavilion, but as a founding veteran employee, she was always treated well. Aunt Xiu Xiu was never a stingy person; she always provided generous benefits. Thus, her family's life could also be considered comfortable.
