And the baby she carried on her back was the complete opposite of her, with thin limbs, looking as skinny as a little monkey. When she bent over to put her down, Ruan Jiaojiao noticed that the baby's head seemed a bit too big, disproportionate to her slender body, awkwardly mismatched no matter how you looked at it.
She must really be ill, otherwise a normal child wouldn't look like this.
When Liao Zhaoji saw Ruan Wei, her eyes lit up. She waddled over with her plump body, bending over and panting as she set her daughter down behind her.
"Xiaowei, look, your sister is awake," Liao Zhaoji said cheerfully. The child in her arms looked about a year and a half old, possibly unable to walk because of her oversized head, slumping in Liao Zhaoji's embrace like a deformed alien.
Ruan Wei didn't like this sister at all, a dislike that came from the bottom of his heart. He glanced over carelessly and then turned to Liao Zhaoji, saying, "Mom, I don't have any money."