Those Years I Was Tang San? Ning Rongrong's Wild Imagination!

"How do you even walk?"

Jiang Yi climbed to his feet, pretending to be displeased, but he still reached out and helped Ning Rongrong up from the ground.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you for a moment."

Ning Rongrong apologized repeatedly. Tears had already welled up in her large, doll-like eyes, and she looked as though she were about to cry.

At the same time, she nervously looked around, wrapped her little hands around Jiang Yi's arm, and whispered.

"Help me! Someone's after me! Please, I'll pay you!"

Ning Rongrong looked at him pitifully and secretly handed him a money pouch filled with Gold Soul Coins.

"..."

Jiang Yi glanced at her.

Her acting was pretty convincing, with a bit of that little-girl charm. Unfortunately, he wasn't Tang San, and his memories hadn't been sealed.

Still, he didn't refuse. Instead, he played along. He wanted to see what earth-shattering stunt Ning Rongrong was trying to pull.

"Someone's after you?"

"Mhm, mhm! Human traffickers!"

Ning Rongrong nodded repeatedly, the panic on her face nearly flawless.

Jiang Yi fell silent, seemingly struggling. Several breaths later, he made a decision that betrayed his ancestors.

"C'mon, come home with me!"

Night, Holy Soul Village.

There was only one bowl of thin white rice porridge on the dinner table, with several vegetable leaves Jiang Yi had picked floating on top.

"It's hard enough raising one of you! And now you're bringing stray cats and dogs home! Why don't you just open a charity hall?"

Tang Hao sat slanted in his seat, one foot planted on the bench as he drank his liquor. His displeased gaze fell upon the pink-haired little girl across from him.

Little Ning Rongrong sensed his gaze and timidly lowered her head, like a homeless kitten.

"None of your business! I'll