Chuzheng returned to her room, which was actually a place for stacking firewood.
Inside was a small table, surrounded by chopped wood.
Nearby was a wooden box containing the original owner's clothes.
Just two sets for the whole season, already washed to a pale color.
Chuzheng stayed in the room until evening, but no one came to call her for dinner.
Ling Jiaojiao was already fine; Chuzheng saw her walking around in the yard.
Speaking of which...
She hadn't seen her cheap little brother yet.
Chuzheng rifled through the original owner's memories.
The cheap little brother had been taken away by his grandmother's family.
"Sister."
Ling Jiaojiao stood outside the door, looking at her with a mocking smile.
She crossed her arms and provocatively said, "Even if Dad knew it was me, he didn't do anything. Do you think that by bringing Er Ye to back you up, you can do anything to me?"
In private, Ling Jiaojiao always had this attitude towards the original owner.
