Seeing her spacing out again, Lin Xilu curled his lips slightly.
This little girl seems particularly fond of daydreaming.
However, she looks quite cute when she's in a daze.
Not speaking further to disturb her, he sent her back to the door and then left directly.
An Ziqi stood at the door, looking at the familiar villa in front of her, a complex feeling in her heart.
By the timeline, she's just turned 16 this year, in her first year of high school, and the small family company hasn't yet gone bankrupt.
They still live here in the old house left by her grandfather.
This house was auctioned off later after the family's company went bankrupt.
After several changes, it was later bought back by Xiao Moli, renovated, and given back to her.
Just as she was thinking, "Sister."
Nine-year-old An Siqing came bouncing out of the house.
Seeing the bandage on her forehead, she quickly ran back inside.
"Mom, sister got hurt, her head's busted open."
Busted open?
