Chapter 357 In Love With Nia:>15

Somehow it felt better, clearer, knowing something about the woman who'd given birth to me, and Nia was rubbing my back gently; I think she thought I may have been affected by dad's story, but the truth was, she was still little more than a face in a photograph; mum was my mum, what dad had told me was just background information, nothing there to make me change my life plans or anything. I had another question. "Dad, how come you speak Vietnamese so well?"