"No, I wanna sleep with Sister." Ming One pouted, hugging Ming Jing's neck tightly.
Han Suwen watched the scene, her eyes welling up.
Ming Jing glanced at her, softly murmuring, "Be good."
Ming One shrank back a little, murmuring, "Okay."
When Sister is like this, it's the scariest. Not just for us and the third and fourth sisters, even the most spirited eldest sister has to yield to her.
Ming Ti and Ming Chen came running out, cheerfully greeting Ming Jing, "Sister."
Ming Jing nodded, "Go in."
At this point, Madam Zhou noticed a middle-aged woman trailing gingerly behind her. Miss was compassionate, always fond of helping the homeless. Madam Zhou felt the woman looked familiar, but couldn't place her. She asked, "Miss, who is…?"
"You'll know in a while," said Ming Jing, nonchalantly.
Ming Chen and Ming Ti looked at the woman curiously. She followed Ming Jing gingerly into the living room, looking greedily at the luxurious mansion of the Zhus.
