"Pretty aunty, can't I really live with you?" Xingxing remembered what Tang Ling had said and couldn't help but plead with Shen Mianmian.
At such a young age, the little girl didn't have many tricks up her sleeve; she simply knew that her mother had said if she followed Uncle He and the pretty aunty, her mother would come back, Uncle He would come back, and they could all live together like a family of three.
"Xingxing, did your mother tell you something?" He Nan suddenly asked.
Xingxing's expression hesitated, unsure whether to tell the truth.
"Xingxing, what did your mother tell you?" Shen Mianmian said, "If you tell us what your mother said, we can help you find her."
"Xingxing, children should not lie. You must tell the truth, otherwise your nose will rot off," Yang Xiaoxi, worried that Xingxing wouldn't tell the truth, intimidated her.
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