"Um, that's my husband's ex-wife's child, it's not my responsibility."

The woman replied awkwardly after hearing Yue Jiuling's words.

"Oh, I see. Is the child still here? We'd like to see him."

Yue Jiuling, holding the folder, said, "By the way, we should also see your three newborns, because we need to take pictures of them."

"Of course, come with me."

After the woman finished speaking, she led Yue Jiuling and Ya Zi to a nursery. The room was also filled with many children's toys, but the newborns were all asleep at this time.

"Wow, they've only been a month old? They all look so chubby!"

When Yue Jiuling saw several chubby little boys who looked like humans, she said with a smile, "Come on, let's take their pictures and register them first."

Hearing Yue Jiuling's words, the woman smiled and said, "Because I feed them more, and monster children are different from human children, they grow up quite fast."

Ya Zi had already taken out his camera to take pictures of the three little cockroaches. He said, "At this rate, they should be able to go to school in a few months, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

Ya Zi took individual photos of the three babies, then used magic to identify them as cockroach spirits. Finally, she registered them in the file, saying, "Alright, when will your families return? We still need to register you all individually~"

"It'll be soon. I've already told my husband and the others that you're coming to check our household registration."

The woman looked tenderly at the three babies and then spoke softly.

Seeing that Ya Zi had finished registering, Yue Jiuling left the room with him. She said to the woman, "Alright, now it's your turn. By the way, where is your husband's child from his ex-wife? Where is he?"

"Um, he's in another room. I'll take you there."

The woman was clearly unhappy when she talked about her husband's child with his ex-wife, but she still took Yue Jiuling and the other woman to the child's room.

When Yue Jiuling arrived at the door of that room, she found that it was clearly inferior to the nursery she had just left. There were no toys in the room, and the bed and other bedding were very ordinary, not nearly as exquisite as the nursery she had left.

Inside the room, a boy of about three or four years old was at a desk by the window, writing and drawing with a colored pen; it was unclear what he was doing.

Yue Jiuling approached the child and asked softly, "Hello, little friend~ What are you doing?"

After hearing Yue Jiuling's voice, the child turned around to look at the strangers. He saw that strangers had come to his house and looked at Yue Jiuling and Ya Zi with some fear, not daring to speak.

Ya Zi asked the child's stepmother, "Haven't you sent him to school yet?"

The woman replied, "I don't know about that. I've never interfered in my husband's affairs. You can ask him if you have any questions. I'm going to check on my three children now."

After speaking, the woman glanced indifferently at the boy, turned, and left the room. Judging from her attitude, Yue Jiuling and the other woman could tell that this stepmother didn't seem to like her stepson very much.

"Hey, is this auntie usually nice to you? Does she hit you?"

After the woman left, Yue Jiuling squatted down and asked the boy. The boy was confused when he heard Yue Jiuling's question and said, "No, Auntie didn't hit me."

"Oh, well, that's alright then. By the way, do you want to go to school?"

Yue Jiuling pointed to a doodle on the desk and said, "You drew this, right? You're old enough to go to school. If you want to go to school, we can help you!"

"Yes, my dad said he can send me to school soon."

"Hello everyone, hehe, sorry we're back late, we've kept you waiting."

Just as Yue Jiuling was talking to the boy, she suddenly heard a man's voice behind her. Turning around, she saw that the owner of the house had returned.

The owner of the house is that cockroach spirit who has lived for five hundred years.

Yue Jiuling recognized the cockroach spirit as soon as she saw him, because there was a picture of him in the file.