"Talking smack about Auntie again!" Xia Xiaoxiao slapped him, dissatisfied.
The new home's complete set of furniture and color television were all newly purchased, except for some clothes and daily necessities they brought over, leaving the old house just as it was originally.
Wu Lingyu looked around, memories inevitably flooding back about her old house, but she was no longer sad, her heart filled only with joy for Brother Fan.
"It's still just like before," she said.
"Mhm," Xu Qingfan ruffled Yu's hair and, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, they both entered the room together.
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Xia Xiaoxiao: 6
After standing still and tilting her head for three seconds, Xia Xiaoxiao also followed the two into the room.
The room was naturally empty, but for some reason, all three of them had the same image in their eyes—a little boy and girl fully engrossed in playing video games, with another little girl watching the boy intently.