"I don't know," Qin Yuhuai said, his expression unchanged and his tone calm and composed.
"I don't know how you can answer with such confidence..." Qin Yuze teased.
"Not knowing is also an answer; there's no need to feel guilty."
Qin Yuze helplessly pursed his lips and then brought up another question to his older brother,
"Big brother, why do I feel like our mom doesn't quite get along with Auntie number three? Did they ever have a conflict before?"
Qin Yuze wasn't a fool. The conversation between his mother and Auntie number three had seemed slightly charged. He didn't know if there was a conflict between them, but he was pretty sure they weren't on good terms.
"I'm not sure."
"How can you not know? You must have been quite old at that time, right? I'm only asking because I wasn't born yet. If I had been, I definitely would have paid more attention than you."
It was all hypothetical, so he could say whatever he wanted.
