In the courtyard, Song Mingsheng clung to his sister's clothes and wouldn't let go until Song Yunuan forcefully pried his fingers off.
Clearly, Qin Siqi was aware of her brother's ability.
How she came to know about it, she wasn't sure now.
But her brother had made a promise last night, and it was up to him to keep it.
This ability was a bit troublesome.
Mainly because the Song family had no power or influence, even if her brother was Old Mr. Ji's grandson, he couldn't be kept safe.
Upon closer thought, Song Yunuan felt a twinge of sadness.
Perhaps she should offer Asheng to the nation?
The country should be able to protect him, right? But wouldn't this ability just steal the livelihood of those cultural relic appraisal masters?
Moreover, her brother was still a child. It wouldn't be right!
Song Yunuan dismissed the wild thoughts from her mind.
Xiujuan was a lovely little girl, a year older than Asheng, almost a mini version of Lin Jia.
