In the video were two adorable little girls with black curly hair, chubby little cheeks, big eyes, and long, curled eyelashes, looking as pretty as dolls.
They were frolicking in the garden, accompanied by a few kittens, puppies, and bunnies, which created a harmonious and blissful scene, but upon a closer look, the courtyard's walls were surrounded by iron fences.
Just like a prison!
"Is it them?"
Nan Zhifeng snatched the phone, zoomed in on the video carefully, and indeed, the two children bore an uncanny resemblance to Zhiqiu.
"One year and ten months old," Chu Baichuan introduced, "They haven't been named yet, I've given them the nicknames 10011 and 10012."
"..."
Hearing these numbers, Nan Zhifeng's anger blazed even more, "These are appended to Zhiqiu's code, you want to train them to be pawns too??"
