Chapter 86 A Brand New Life.

Zhu Qing is the magician who brings joy to children.

The long-awaited rain finally arrived "as scheduled" in their bathroom. The pattering rain and Fang Fang's innocent smiles stretched the moment of comfort endlessly, bringing with it the tranquility of everything settling down.

Not long ago, they were investigating Zhou Yongsheng's murder scene in the dimly lit screening room of the Xiaguang Theater, and now the case is closed. The police had taken detours and been misled by appearances, but in the end, they cleared away the fog and the truth came to light.

Time slowed down after the case was closed. Zhu Qing lay lazily on the bed, watching Fang Fang's cheerful figure, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips. The little girl had her own to-do list, drawn in her small notebook with her childish strokes. To see a house, she drew a small house with a chimney; to see a movie, she drew a screen many times larger than a television; as for the typhoon shelter-style fried crab they had agreed to eat, drawing a crab was too difficult, so she used large crab claws instead—two claws that looked like cheering little hands.

This house is usually just occupied by children wandering around aimlessly, but now there's an idle niece in it.

The two lay side by side in a "spread-eagle" position, enjoying a rare moment of leisure; their vacation had only just begun.

"Young master! Why are you lying down!" Aunt Ping rushed over after cleaning the bathroom and saw her little darling lying on the bed, all wet.

Even after experiencing the "torrential rain," water droplets were still dripping from his hair.

"You'll catch a cold," Aunt Ping said hurriedly, going to hug him.

Little Fangfang, who was being held, curiously poked Aunt Ping's arm.

"What are you doing, young master?"

"Aunt Ping, do you have muscles?"

"Oh dear—" Aunt Ping said, both amused and exasperated, "My old arms and legs are so weak..."

Even after she finished speaking, she continued walking briskly.

He claims to have old arms and legs, but he clearly has young arms and legs!

Shengfang muttered softly, "Blowing Water Lily!"

A soft laugh came from inside the room.

Ever since my little one learned this word, it has always made her laugh.

A protest suddenly erupted in the bathroom.

"Chui Shuiping, I want to wash myself!"

"It's too cold, let me help you finish showering quickly..."

"No, that's not allowed. Men and women are different!"

In the end, Aunt Ping was defeated and kicked out of the bathroom.

Turning her head, she saw Zhu Qing's smiling eyes and couldn't help but smile as well.

This family, consisting of an uncle and nephew, is increasingly resembling a real home.

...

For Shengfang, the weekend when the police station closes its case is the perfect weekend.

Even on Saturdays, he doesn't stay in bed. He leaps out of bed with a quick somersault and runs barefoot to fight his niece for the bathroom. In front of the half-length mirror by the sink, Zhu Qing looks at the little one beside her, her face covered in toothpaste foam, still looking up at her with a smile.

Zhu Qing ruffled his hair: "Don't we look like old men with white beards?"

The children's toes had to be tiptoeing until they went numb to hold it.

"Qingzai, actually I can't see the mirror."

After washing up and having breakfast, the little one naturally picked up his water bottle and stuck to her side, successfully sneaking out the door.

Yau Ma Tei Police Station has many traditions, and in recent months, Sheng Fang has created his own tradition: once a case is closed, he can swagger into the CID room.

I'm going to crash class again!

The police station was too close to home, so Zhu Qing held Fangfang's hand and walked there.

Even if they start work early in the morning, they don't need to rush; they walk slowly, as if they are taking a stroll.

"Magician Qingzai," Sheng Fang asked, tilting her head, "when are you going to conjure up rainbows and auroras for me?"

"I need to think about it carefully."

It turns out that Qingzai hadn't thought of that yet.

"I understand," Fangfang said in a childish voice, her eyes lighting up. "Dr. Cheng will definitely do it."

The atmosphere in the criminal investigation team's office after the case was closed was completely different from before. The officers, who were usually rushing around, finally sat down and sorted out the less urgent work at hand. Sister Zhen carried a teapot to the break room, then came back, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea. The little boy didn't need Sister Zhen's prompting; he sensed the danger from several meters away, his small body pressed against the wall, slowly inching forward.

Sister Zhen laughed out loud: "Such a strong sense of security."

For Fangfang, this place was like a third home. He first wandered over to Mo Zhenbang's office.

Mo Sir was reviewing his notes, one hand holding a ballpoint pen and the other scratching his head. Actually, many years ago, he had passed the written test for the inspector exam. At the time, he didn't find it difficult. In the blink of an eye, he had grown several years older, and his brain had become rusty.

Shengfang rested her chubby face on her hand and looked at it for a while.

Mo Zhenbang felt embarrassed that someone his age was still reading so much, so he coughed lightly.

The considerate young master of the Sheng family knew that his sitting here was affecting Mo Sir's studies.

He slid off the swivel chair, jumped down with a "thud," and landed steadily on his little feet.

"Boss, I'm off!"

That "Ah Tou" sounded more natural than any of Mo Zhenbang's subordinates. Before he could even react, the chubby little figure disappeared, gently closing the door behind him.

After leaving Mo Zhenbang's office, Sheng Fang went to find his confidant, Ah John.

Judging whether Weng Zhaolin was in a good mood was actually quite simple; just see if he had slicked his hair back. John was clearly in a good mood today; not only had he applied hair oil, but his tie was also tied exceptionally neatly. Seeing Fangfang peek in, he smiled and pulled a treasured fruit candy from deep within his drawer.

"John," Sheng Fang said, holding the candy in both hands, "you even prepared candy for me!"

Such a warm response would make anyone happy.

Weng Zhaolin's lips curled up, he loosened his tie, and sank into the leather seat.

"What's John having for lunch?" Sheng Fang asked, leaning on the edge of the desk.

"I haven't decided yet. Do you have any suggestions?"

The children warmly invited Weng Zhaolin to have lunch together.

The entire police station knew that Ong Siu-lun was a notoriously stingy boss, and Fang Fang hadn't forgotten that either.

He puffed out his small chest: "My treat!"

In front of his close friend, who was much older than him, Weng Zhaolin was particularly concerned about his image. He laughed and said, "Just kidding, how could I let you pay? Of course, I'll pay."

"All right!"

Weng Zhaolin: "..."

Fortunately for Weng Zhaolin, the child did not invite any other colleagues from the office.

Two people eating together won't bankrupt him.

After lunch, Sheng Fang returned to Zhu Qing's workstation.

The officers were organizing the case report, occasionally interspersed with a few jokes. The latest front-page headlines were spread out on the table; the police had already issued a statement, but various media outlets were still coming up with all sorts of sensational headlines, racking their brains to come up with all sorts of outlandish analyses of Zhou Yongsheng and Gu Niman's criminal psychology.

"I heard that Jiang Xiaowei has decided to handle Zhou Yongsheng's funeral arrangements," said Xiao Sun.

"Given her deep and devoted love, it's fortunate that Zhou Yongsheng betrayed her, otherwise she might have been deceived for the rest of her life."

"Could this be considered... a blessing in disguise?"

"We held a funeral ten years ago, and now we're holding one again. He's gone, and we still have to clean up his mess."

At this moment, Zeng Yongshan and Xu Jiale pushed open the glass door and came back.

Zeng Yongshan's eyes were slightly moist, and Xu Jiale also looked solemn.

“Ruan Wenjing’s father just arrived. He heard that one of the murderers is dead and the other is going to jail. The old man kept nodding and saying, ‘Good, very good.’ Although the dead cannot be brought back to life, at least…”

"At least they gave Ruan Wenjing justice," Zhu Qing replied softly.

In the office, colleagues talked about Ruan Wenjing.

She was never known to the public during her lifetime, but made the news after her death. However, this news is perhaps better left unsaid. Just imagining Ruan Wenjing's initial joy at being tricked onto the yacht, and then contrasting that with her panic and helplessness when she fell into the sea, leaves everyone feeling a lump in their throat, a vague sense of unease.

In the office area, only Fangfang's footsteps echoed "tap tap tap" throughout every corner.

He carefully examined his future office environment, his gaze sweeping over each workstation in turn, finally settling on Liang Qikai's seat.

This is a good location.

"I'll sit here from now on," Fangfang said.

"And me?" Liang Qikai pointed to his own nose.

"You're retiring."

Once Zhu Qing had finally finished organizing the case files, Sheng Fang immediately pulled her outside.

Shengfang couldn't wait to go to another building to find Dr. Cheng.

This was the "most interesting adult friend" he met at the police station.

Even though she could find the forensic office with her eyes closed, Fangfang still obediently followed the agreement. Every time she went out, she couldn't stray out of her niece's sight.

"Qingzi, come with me." Shengfang held onto the hem of her clothes.

Zhu Qing closed the file and took his little hand.

As soon as she turned the corner of the corridor, her pace unconsciously slowed down—

Cheng Xinglang was walking towards them and stopped when he saw them.

"I was just about to come find you."

"What a coincidence!" Fangfang smiled, revealing her signature dimples. "We are too!"

...

"Dr. Cheng, can you conjure up a rainbow and an aurora for me?"

To see the aurora, you have to fly to a very far place. Although the young master has plenty of time, Qingzai can't spare the time to accompany him.

As for the rainbow, Shengfang waited by the window for several days, but the heavens were stingy with even a single rain shower, let alone a rainbow after the rain.

The children are full of curiosity about everything in this world, especially after witnessing that "magic rain" last night under their little umbrellas, they are even more convinced that adults have amazing abilities.

And now, this "omnipotent" task has fallen on Dr. Cheng's shoulders.

Cheng Xinglang led them through the building's corridor and chatted with Zhu Qing about the case that had just been closed.

"The dependency rescue theory you mentioned last time fits into this case."

“Romantic relationships are never a burden for rescuer-type personalities,” Zhu Qing recalled the details in the case file. “On the contrary, they are a more perfect vehicle for rescue.”

"Studying psychology lately?" Cheng Xinglang turned to look at her, a smile in his eyes. "And how does it mean for you?"

"It's a troublesome matter," Zhu Qing said.

Let's stop here.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. With a creak, Cheng Xinglang pushed open the door to the unused laboratory at the end of the third floor.

"Wait me a moment."

Although she didn't know what Cheng Xinglang was planning, Shengfang inexplicably believed that the magician would definitely have a way.

The child stood on tiptoe, fiddling with beakers in front of the lab bench, until he returned with a bag of candy in his hand.

Three people were gathered around the lab table.

Cheng Xinglang poured warm water into the measuring cup, and his slender fingers carefully selected brightly colored candies from the rainbow candy packaging.

The sugar coating slowly spread in the water, and when the colorful vortex bloomed in front of the child, his eyes lit up like stars.

Zhu Qing couldn't help but chuckle, and when she turned her head, she caught Cheng Xinglang's slightly upturned lips.

They admired the "rainbow" in their cups together, sharing the remaining candies as the sweet and sour flavors melted on their tongues.

And the magical aurora display is about to begin.

The props Cheng Xinglang found on the spot were very simple: a few CDs and a flashlight.

He explained the principle concisely, and this time completely handed over the opportunity for exploration to the children.

"Shall I do it?" Sheng Fang held up the flashlight as if it were a magic wand.

"It's up to you now," Cheng Xinglang said, turning off the light as he did so.

Children ran around the lab with flashlights, constantly adjusting their angles, distances, and positions.

A ray of sunlight slipped in, and Zhu Qing stood by the window adjusting the curtains, tiptoeing to reach the top edge of the gap. Suddenly, a familiar, crisp scent approached, and Cheng Xinglang's arm brushed past her fingertips.

"Clatter—"

The last ray of light was also blocked out.

"I'm going abroad for further studies for a while."

In the darkness, a deep voice sounded in my ear.

Zhu Qing turned her head in surprise, only then realizing why she had rarely seen Dr. Cheng at the police station these past few days.

It turns out they were preparing to go to the United States to attend a special training course for the forensic behavioral analysis group.

“Regarding the ‘abnormality retention’ phenomenon in violent behavior,” Cheng Xinglang explained in a low voice.

This is a special course with a last-minute notice. One case study in the course involves a patient who, while committing violence, was extremely protective of a specific target—strikingly similar to the Cheng family case from years ago.

How long will it take?

"Six months."

Zhu Qing knew that such opportunities for further study were quite common.

So that's why he came to the CID office earlier.

"very nice."

“Ben is going to be sad.” She looked up. “No one will have lunch with him.”

Cheng Xinglang chuckled softly: "I haven't told him yet."

A long silence stretched between the two.

Just as Zhu Qing was about to respond, a delighted, sweet little voice suddenly rang out.

The baby was overjoyed.

"It's the aurora! There really is the aurora!"

...

A few months ago, Agent Wang would leave countless messages on Zhu Qing's pager every day. A few months later, Zhu Qing gave him her mobile phone number, and he went even further, calling her from morning till night. Whenever a suitable property became available, he would immediately dial her number.

The uncle and nephew accompanied him to view several houses, but they were either poorly lit or had unsuitable layouts. This real estate agent, undeterred by setbacks and brimming with energy, assured Ms. Zhu and Mr. Sheng that he would definitely persevere.

During this time, Zhu Qing and little Fang Fang have become frequent visitors to the sanatorium.

Sometimes they would stay overnight at Sheng Peirong's Kangfu Suite, and sometimes they would go home.

"The nutritionist will be bringing breakfast in a bit," Sheng Peirong asked. "What would you like to eat?"

The uncle and nephew were too busy to respond.

Shengfang, like a little commander, instructed Zhu Qing to move the small round table next to the coffee table in the living room to the private garden.

On the small round table, professional books and children's picture books that I brought from home were neatly arranged.

It was a rare occasion for the uncle and nephew to be on vacation at the same time, and the sunlight shone on them.

Zhu Qing, with her long hair loose, lazily rested her chin on her hand and popped a cookie into her mouth.

Fangfang filled her palm with cookies and stuffed them all into her little mouth.

"I can eat five cookies in one go!" Sheng Fang proudly announced, her cheeks puffed out. "Invincible mouth challenge successful!"

Sheng Peirong had rarely set foot in the garden that was connected to the suite before.

Every ray of sunlight, every fallen leaf, reminds her of what her husband looked like when he was alive.

But now, watching my daughter and younger brother sharing snacks in the morning light, the memories soften and no longer sting.

"Qingzai, why aren't you reading?"

A warm breeze rustled the pages of the book, and Zhu Qing, already slumped over the table with her eyes half-closed, said, "This is boring."

"Fine!" Fang Fang declared righteously, "Solving a case means you don't have to study!"

Why aren't you looking?

Some words are best ignored; let them go in one ear and out the other.

With crumbs of biscuit still on his lips, he earnestly said, "Learning has no end!"

Just as Zhu Qing was about to laugh at him, she suddenly felt a pair of hands gently fall on her shoulders.

She turned around and saw her mother gently smiling.

"Don't move."

Sheng Peirong ran her fingers through her daughter's long hair and gently gathered it up.

“Coco’s hair was thick and full when she was little, which is rare for babies,” Sheng Peirong said softly. “Back then, your father and I said that when our daughter grew up, we would braid her hair every day… and change her hairstyle in different ways. She would be so cute.”

A promise that was twenty years overdue has finally been fulfilled at this moment.

Zhu Qing felt her mother's fingers running through her hair, as if she had turned back into a lazy little girl in the morning. Even though she had never experienced such a moment before, this scene was incredibly real, as familiar as if she had repeated it a thousand times in her dreams.

The children sat to the side, stuffing cookies into their mouths, their eyes crinkling with laughter.

Zhu Qing gently patted his little head—

Fangfang seemed happy and content, but those who loved her felt heartbroken. Her uncle didn't yet understand the pain of losing her parents at such a young age, but she could.

"Will it be cold?"

Shengfang tilted her head back, her little face flushed red from the sun: "It's not cold."

Zhu Qing pinched the baby's cheek.

I hope that the love from his niece and elder sister can be like the sunshine today, giving him enough warmth to ward off the cold winds on the long road ahead.

...

A few days later, news of Cheng Xinglang's trip to the United States for further studies spread within the police station, and Dr. Ye would take over the next case.

"I've been working with Dr. Cheng for almost half a year, and suddenly switching back to Dr. Ye is really taking my time," Haozai muttered. "Dr. Ye and his wife are back from skiing?"

"Otherwise what?" Xu Jiale rolled his eyes. "Are you going to grant him a leave of absence for more than half a year?"

"Why did you leave without even saying goodbye..." Zeng Yongshan suddenly leaned close to Zhu Qing, "Do you know?"

He told me this before he left.

Zeng Yongshan's eyes lit up: "What else did you say?"

At that moment, the office door was pushed open, and Mo Zhenbang walked in carrying a briefcase.

Today is the day he takes the inspector's exam, and he actually managed to find time to come back.

The crowd immediately surrounded them, even more nervous than the person involved.

"Skip the difficult problems for now. Everyone is bound to encounter them. The most important thing is not to let your mindset be affected."

"Remember to smile when you see the examiner! If the examiner is in a good mood, they might give you a few extra points."

"What are you smiling about? This is a written test, not an interview. Are you smiling for the test paper?"

"It's better to be safe than sorry. What if the test examiner and the interviewer are the same person?"

"Hao-zai, you wasted your time at the police academy. Don't you have any common sense? In the final interview, the examiners are usually senior inspectors, chief inspectors, or police sergeants..."

"So, does Inspector Ong also need to interview our foreman? Will he go easy on him?"

Xu Jiale suggested that, in order to get Weng Zhaolin to go easy on them, the rest of them should behave themselves for a while. Let Weng sir see for himself how well Mo Zhenbang led Team B; maybe then he'd be willing to give them some leeway.

His subordinates were all chattering and worrying, making Mo Zhenbang's temples throb. He suddenly realized that Zhu Qing was the most worry-free person.

She sat quietly at her workstation, neither nagging nor caring about anything else.

"Li Ji Tea Restaurant—" someone called from outside, holding a menu, "Serious Crimes Unit B?"

"They're here."

Zhu Qing got up to get the takeout, and everyone swarmed over again.

"The iced lemon tea is mine!"

"This cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea... Hey, why didn't you add ice?"

Mo Zhenbang's eyes immediately fell on his usual milk tea, and he was about to reach for it—

"Too much sugar, it'll make you sleepy during the afternoon exam," Zhu Qing quickly intercepted.

She earnestly advised, "Mr. Mo, there is water in the tea room."

Mo Zhenbang: ...

...

Every evening, Zhu Qing could be seen carefully supporting her mother along the garden path of the sanatorium.

Shengfang stayed by her side, huffing and puffing, because Qingzai wouldn't let him help his older sister.

The little boy is too short, with short legs. Even when he stands on tiptoe, he can't reach the older girl's arm, and he might even slow her down.

The young master of the Sheng family could only channel his grief and anger into strength, loudly counting his footsteps from the side.

"Mom, take your time."

Fangfang followed them: "One step, two steps, three steps..."

"Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two..."

"Wow, big sister can go for a walk now!"

I don’t know when it started, but Sheng Peirong has been able to walk steadily along the entire tree-lined path.

The turmoil within the group intensified, and Pei Junyi's ambition could no longer be concealed. Previously, the old directors still gave Sheng Peirong face out of consideration for the past relationship with the Sheng family. However, they could not withstand his daily instigation at the board meetings. Now, rumors of "Ms. Sheng being mentally unstable" and "having an abnormal mental state" gradually spread, and even the legal team had heard the news.

“Coco.” Sheng Peirong suddenly gripped her daughter’s hand tightly. “I want to go home.”

The mother and daughter walked slowly along the path in the sanatorium, while the nurses from the rehabilitation department stood not far away, watching with smiles.

A young nurse bent down and said to the children with emotion, "I don't want you to leave."

"I'll miss Mandy too."

"And what about me?"

"Of course I'll miss Sister Lulu too!"

As the head nurse passed by, she made a note on Ms. Sheng's rehabilitation treatment for the day.

During this time, head nurse Shen Xiaoxia was always the strictest. Whenever Sheng Peirong tried to take a few more steps, Shen Xiaoxia would appear in time and gently block her way with her whiteboard. After all, the patient had been in a coma for several years, and her body's functions had not yet been fully awakened; they couldn't rush things.

However, at this time, the young master of the Sheng family would always stand with his hands on his hips, looking unconvinced. The child was still too young to understand many things. In his simple world, he only believed in simple logic—his older sister needed to practice more so that she could come home and reunite with them sooner.

For the children, head nurse Shen Xiaoxia was a nuisance.

Whenever she appeared with her notebook, it meant she was going to interrupt her older sister's rehabilitation training, saying things like "slow down" and "don't rush," which would be very discouraging.

But in reality, Nurse Shen didn't care about these things.

She was holding her notebook and about to turn away when she suddenly heard a soft, sweet voice behind her.

"I can't bear to part with Aunt Shen either—"

Shen Xiaoxia paused, her steps faltering, and her usually tense brows relaxed.

Such an adorable child, anyone would want to pat his little head.

As evening approached, another task was added to the agenda.

Zhu Qing is going to take Sheng Fang to the movies.

When she got home and changed her clothes, her eyes swept over the sticky notes on the table.

Has Dr. Cheng been settled in?

Zhu Qing picked up the note he left behind, gripped the mouse, and clicked on the email address she had registered when she last went to Berlin.

"Qingzai—let's go quickly!"

This time, I went to the cinema in Wan Chai to watch a movie again, but unfortunately, I didn't run into Xiao Gao and Sister Rachel.

When children go to the movies for the first time, they don't forget to bring their Ultraman character so it can see the world too.

At the entrance of the cinema, a huge lion poster stood majestically.

"Didn't I tell you?" Sheng Fang stood in front of the poster and said to Simba with a smile, "I'll be here."

This child even befriended the movie poster so naturally.

Fangfang skipped and hopped, hugging Ultraman in her arms: "Let's go, let's go see a movie."

"Let's go, let's go see a movie," Ultraman suddenly said.

Zhu Qing was startled: "How can your toy talk?"

Shengfang patted Ultraman's head and said, "Don't you recognize it?"

Fangfang's favorite items at home are piled up like a small mountain, and every few steps, she can kick a new object.

In Zhu Qing's eyes, Ultraman and Transformers all look the same, with no different models or styles; they only have one name—

Collectively referred to as toys.

"It was given to me by Dr. Cheng!"

"Why?" Zhu Qing took the movie ticket from the ticket window. "Is it your birthday?"

"Ah Chao, look, she doesn't care about the two of us at all." Sheng Fang hugged the Ultraman figure, thought for a moment, and corrected, "It's the three of us."

Shengfang shook her head.

Poor Dr. Cheng, I'll have to tell him next time I go back to the police station.

Zhu Qing: ...

Even his Ultraman character has a nickname.

...

Finally, it's time to bring Sheng Peirong home.

These past few days, they've looked at house after house, and whenever the uncle and niece shake their heads, Agent Wang always finds an even better property. Meanwhile, Shengfang continues to pick up her niece from the police station after school and arrives at the house-hunting location on time.

Agent Wang was already waiting by the roadside. When he saw the familiar black SUV approaching from afar, he immediately greeted it with a big smile.

"Mr. Sheng."

The four-year-old child was respectfully addressed as "Mr. Sheng," but he himself did not feel anything was inappropriate and happily jumped off the car.

After greeting the young VIP, Manager Wang turned to Zhu Qing with a smile and said, "Miss Zhu."

You could say this was incredibly lucky. The client is extremely wealthy and has plenty of money; after looking at so many properties, he didn't even ask about the price.

Especially this young master, he's practically a walking god of wealth.

Agent Wang gestured for them to proceed and then proceeded to introduce the villa's selling points.

"This two-story villa has excellent natural light and a high degree of privacy."

"The previous owner reluctantly sold the property because Kadoorie Hill was far from their child's school, and the renovations are all brand new."

"Although it takes about ten minutes to get to the police station, but..."

Agent Wang led them into the house.

The villa's interior is tastefully decorated, and the spacious and bright space exudes a warm and inviting atmosphere, just what they wanted.

He pointed to the lawn outside the floor-to-ceiling window: "This large activity area is perfect for children."

"You can ride a bike there!"

"Qingzai, shall we install a slide here?"

"I'd like to invite Jinbao and Yesi to come and play, as well as Daming, Xiaomei, and Ajuan..."

Manager Wang's smile deepened.

The two-story space is perfect for children to run up and down the stairs.

"Qingzai, Qingzai!" He excitedly took his niece's hand. "We live upstairs."

The blooming has already begun its own planning.

He even chose his room, a small house right next to Zhu Qing's bedroom, so that he could find Qingzi immediately if he had a nightmare at night.

"My older sister and Aunt Ping live downstairs," Fangfang said contentedly, perched on the corner of the stairs.

Zhu Qing pinched Fangfang's round face: "Did you ask your older sister's opinion?"

Looking past the floor-to-ceiling windows, one sees a lush, green courtyard.

A brand new life is beckoning to them.

"Big sister's already this big!" Fangfang gestured exaggeratedly, "Does she still want to compete with me, a little kid, for Qingzai?"