Early in the morning, when Song Yaoyao woke up, the person beside her was no longer there.
She was already used to it. After washing up as usual, she prepared to go downstairs to eat. Her brain was still in a state of confusion after waking up. She was in a daze and did not notice the excessive silence in the house at all.
"Uncle Zhang?"
It was not until she went downstairs that Song Yaoyao sensed that something was not right.
Where did everyone go?
"Is anyone there? Uncle Zhang? Huo Si, Huo Jiu?"
Song Yaoyao scratched her head. "Am I sleepwalking?"
Song Yaoyao tried to pinch a small piece of flesh on her arm and twisted it hard!
"Ouch!"
The next second, Song Yaoyao cried out in pain with tears in her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
