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"Pretty sister, Aunt Yaya, don't you want me and brother anymore?" At that moment, a pitiful child's voice came from overhead, making both An Lan and Zhang Ya freeze. They both looked up instinctively and found Feng Mumu and Feng Chaoyang standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, unnoticed until then.
Feng Mumu's large eyes were misting over with tears. She was pouting, trying hard not to cry. Brother had said that adults didn't like children who cry. She wouldn't cry, so pretty sister and Aunt Yaya, wouldn't they stop thinking about sending her and her brother back to their uncle?
Mumu's desolate look tightened An Lan and Zhang Ya's hearts.
They exchanged glances, simultaneously thinking of the same thing—today was Wednesday. Why hadn't the two children gone to school? They thought they had already sent the children off to school.