At the sight of unfamiliar strangers approaching, all the children at the entrance nervously ran inside.
Soon, two little boys came out of the house. Neither was tall, standing at around a meter thirty, and each held a wooden stick.
The boy on the left eyed them with hostility. "What are you here for?"
"Brother, they don't look like bad people," the boy on the right whispered as he leaned closer, because all he saw were pretty young women smiling at them.
Ling Dang walked up to the two boys with a beaming smile. "You two little brats, don't you even recognize your big sister anymore?"
Long pink hair, a tall figure, a cute face, and that familiar voice.
Suddenly, the blurry figure in their memories overlapped with the young woman before them.
"Big sister?" the two boys called uncertainly.
Ling Dang gave them a little glare, then laughed sweetly. "Move aside already. Why are you blocking the door? I've brought guests home. Hurry up and get things ready."
"Oh, okay."
The two boys finally dropped their guard and happily called for the children inside to come out.
With Ling Dang introducing them, Zhu Zhuqing and the others finally met all her younger brothers and sisters.
There were ten in total. The oldest were ten years old, while the youngest was only around one.
"Ling Dang, why do you have so many younger brothers and sisters?" Ning Rongrong was intensely curious. It really was rather unbelievable.
Ling Dang's expression grew awkward. First, she sent the children away, then asked the two older boys to prepare dinner.
Finally, she closed her eyes and held Ning Rongrong's hand. "They're all..."
"Ah, this..."
Everyone present was stunned. Even Min'er began to feel sympathy for Ling Dang's family. Their circumstances were simply too tragic.