An unrealistic idea unexpectedly sprang up in her heart.
Come to think of it, she realized she had never asked if the two little ones were blood siblings.
Because of the way they interacted, with Anan calling Pingping "brother," she had always assumed that they were real siblings.
"Pingping, are you and Anan blood siblings?"
Pingping shook his head, answering truthfully.
"No, I met Anan on the street before. She was also alone with no home to return to."
Anan blinked her big eyes, her face lighting up with an innocent smile.
"Hehe, if Brother hadn't taken me in, I might have starved to death. I was so hungry back then, and Brother gave me the last little piece of bun he had on him.
Later, Brother and I collected bottles together to buy buns, so we didn't go hungry."
Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, her eyes filled with compassion as she looked at Pingping.
Pingping was a wandering child himself, taking in Anan despite barely being able to feed and clothe himself.
