"Sister Xiaxia, thank you for saving my second sister just now."
Yang Chuxia was startled, and then squinted at the boy, realizing that he didn't quite resemble Yang Da'an or Ms. Liu. Instead, he had an honest face. How had she not noticed this before?
Could it be that the mischievous brat from before suddenly grew up? Yang Chuxia wondered to herself.
"You don't have to thank me. Your second sister didn't really want to die. She just couldn't accept the truth and wanted to vent her feelings," Yang Chuxia said, not explaining much to the bewildered child. "Go on, hurry back."
Yang Chuxia waved her hand and went ahead, while Yang Qingbao stared at her retreating figure, suddenly thinking that this sister wasn't that scary after all. Moreover, she was quite impressive. But why wasn't she his real sister? At this thought, Yang Qingbao felt a little lost.
When they returned to Yang Family, Yang Ruoqiu noticed her brother's downcast appearance and couldn't help but feel curious.
