After a series of questions, Xiao Tuanzi and Mu Tingzheng had figured out that Madam Bai had only sent the previous assassins, and she was unaware of the people who were lying in ambush behind her.

The little dumpling gripped the sash around its waist, pondering as it circled its fingers around the sash.

"Have you revealed my mother's whereabouts to anyone else?" the little dumpling asked.

Madam Bai shook her head and said, "No."

Seeing that she answered too quickly, the little dumpling said, "Think about it carefully again. You really didn't tell anyone?"

Madam Bai looked at the corpse demon worms on the table, pondered for a long time, and then, as if she had made a decision, said firmly:

"No!"

The little dumpling deflated, looking at Mu Tingzheng with a troubled expression:

"Father, what do we do now? Will we be able to find Mother?"

Mu Ting gently patted her head and said tenderly, "Of course you can."

Immediately afterwards, he called out to the door, "Fan Hai, take the little dumpling out first."

Fan Hai, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately came in after hearing his master's words.

He held out his palm to the little girl, gesturing for her to take his hand.

The little girl looked at Mu Tingzheng. Although she didn't know why her father wanted her to go out, she still obediently took Fan Hai's big hand and walked out with him.

After leaving the house, Fan Hai asked the little dumpling, "Little master, where do you want to go to play?"

The little dumpling was still thinking about her mother, and shook her head somewhat dejectedly.

Fan Hai looked down and saw the little dumpling playing with the belt around its waist, with a dark cloud seemingly hanging over its head.

Fan Hai sighed.

He's a grown man, and he doesn't know how to take care of this young master.

However, in order to make her happy, Fan Hai could only try his best to learn.

He crouched down, looked at the little boy's gloomy face, and asked:

"Want me to take you out for some fun?"

The little dumpling was still not very interested. She asked Fan Hai:

"Brother Fanhai, do you miss your mother?"

Fan Hai was stunned for a moment, never expecting the little dumpling to ask him this question.

He thought for a moment and realized that he couldn't even remember what his mother looked like.

Fan Hai replied calmly, "I don't want to!"

“I am an orphan. My parents were not around when I was as old as I can remember, so I don’t know what they looked like, and I don’t even remember their names.”

The little girl looked up in shock. She had only learned today that her brother, Fan Hai, was an orphan...

The little dumpling stretched out her arms and hugged the Fan Hai, which was several times her size, into her tiny embrace.

"Brother Fanhai is actually Little Fruit."

"Small fruits? What are those?"

Fan Hai felt the warmth from the small embrace and asked curiously.

Does she think he's fruit?

Even though Fan Hai was squatting in front of the little dumpling, the little dumpling still looked like a little lamb in front of his tall figure, with his head barely reaching his chin.

The little dumpling explained, "Little Fruit, Little Fruit is Uncle Tree's child."

Fan Hai chuckled. "Uncle Tree's child?"

This was the first time he had ever heard such an interesting statement.

Fan Hai tapped the little dumpling's back a few times with his finger, then pointed to a tree nearby and said:

"You mean this kind of big old tree?"

The little dumpling tilted its head and looked in the direction Fan Hai was pointing. The bare tree was tall and straight, and soon it would be covered with green leaves.

The little dumpling nodded and said in a soft, cute voice:

"Yes! My mother said that children without parents are like little fruits, children of the big tree, and the big tree will protect the little fruits."

Fan Hai rubbed the little dumpling's head. Apart from his master, the little dumpling was the first person to make him feel warm inside.

“If Uncle Tree protects me, then I will protect my little master.” Fan Hai rubbed her little head, his icy eyes slowly melting.

But soon, Fan Hai sensed that something was not right.

He originally wanted to comfort the little dumpling, but now the little dumpling is comforting him?

Fan Hai clapped his hands at the little dumpling and said:

"Come, young master, I'll take you out to play."

The little dumpling was in a much better mood and rushed into Fan Hai's arms, letting him carry her out of the mansion.

Once they arrived at the market, the little dumpling wouldn't let Fan Hai carry her anymore. As soon as her little feet touched the ground, she started running around in front of the various stalls like a wild horse.

The little girl, with her fair and delicate skin, was small and adorable. Her bright, expressive eyes were sparkling with laughter, and the early spring sunshine made them appear clear and bright.

Behind her followed closely a man of extraordinary bearing, tall and slender, like a cold-faced bodyguard.

The two immediately became a striking sight in the street.

The little dumpling saw a uniquely shaped incense burner and was playing with it when he heard a voice reciting poetry coming from the teahouse in front of him.

"I eat bananas in the morning, bananas at noon, bananas at night, one, two, three or four, and they all disappear after I eat them."