Yun Tang had never imagined that even a tiny Ginkgo Tree could attract the covetous eyes of a petty thief.
So she asked directly.
"Little Little, where is the tree you mentioned?"
Her words were like a knife, driven straight into my heart.
Mm, a perfect finishing blow.
That was exactly what I wanted to ask, too.
Yeah, where was my tree?
I stared at the empty wall ahead.
Still unwilling to believe it, I leaped forward and landed beside the small dirt pit.
Then I bent down and stared into the pit at my feet.
The pit was where the Ginkgo Tree had originally been planted. Now, the tree was nowhere to be seen.
What remained was the pit.
The scene of the crime where the thief had paid a visit.
The surroundings were unnaturally clean—not even a single footprint had been left behind.
I crouched down, grabbed a handful of dirt, and examined it.
It had been dug up at least a year ago.
The soil had dried out in the wind, turning powdery.
With the lightest squeeze, it crumbled into sand and slipped through my fingers.
The three little ones looked at one another.
Unlike the two younger sisters' blank confusion, Yangyang gradually realized how serious the matter was.
Yang Xiaomao suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.
She knew only too well how much Mother cared about this little tree.
Someone was about to be in deep trouble.
"Junior Sister." Seeing Junior Sister's bewildered expression, Ye Qingxian instinctively called out loudly toward the front.
"We'll talk later if there's something." Right now, my mind was wholly focused on finding my tree. I had no mood to talk to Ye Qingxian, and naturally failed to notice how she hesitated to speak.
Ye Qingxian grew a little anxious.
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