The next day, Qiao Mu headed to Elderly Lady Qiao's estate with a round little bun, Qiao Lin, in tow.
These past few days, Qiao Mu had fed her sister quite a bit of food, so the weight of the little bun in her hand had gotten heavier.
Little Qiao Lin was led in a gallop by her sister. Every now and then, she would clap her hands and jump twice while softly calling, "Sister, sister."
Based on her giddy expression, one could tell she wanted her sister to run even faster, wishing for nothing more than to fly there.
Currently, the sky was still dimly lit. Qiao Mu had purposefully dragged her younger sister and ran to the Qiao Compound at first light, pounding on the door with loud bangs upon their arrival.
The doorkeeper drowsily came to open the door and was at a loss when he saw the two little girls in front of him.
