Shen Xiaoxiao's heart was pounding like thunder. She must not be discovered. She could not be discovered. It was fine if she died, but nothing must happen to these two children. Absolutely not.
Shen Xiaoxiao's eyes kept rolling. She had to think of a way to save herself. Otherwise, she and the children would be finished.
Shen Xiaoxiao looked at Da Bao, who was wriggling behind her, while Little Treasure stared at her with his round eyes. Right now, she could only pray that these two little ancestors would not make a sound, especially Da Bao, who could not be seen behind her. She must not speak.
The footsteps became heavier and heavier. The dripping sound of the water seemed to be able to knock into Shen Xiaoxiao's heart, causing her heart to thump heavily.
The goose feather snow fell from the window. The scene of the mother and children hiding in the gap of the kitchen felt sad no matter how one looked at it.
