Nan Wenxuan nudged his wife's arm, indicating that his parents were still nearby.

Zhao Hui reluctantly withdrew her gaze. She didn't really care, though, since her parents had never cared about Nanzhi before.

Nankai, sitting in the superior position, saw Nanzhi and angrily said, "Kneel down! Where have you been all these days! You haven't helped the family at all."

Nan Zhi looked at them coldly, then lowered her eyes. The original owner hadn't been home for two days, and the first thing this family cared about wasn't her safety or health, but that she hadn't helped them with the chores.

Shu Zhizhen chimed in, "Hurry up and feed the chickens in the yard! What are you standing there for?"

Despite being related by blood, Nanzhi lives a life worse than a guard dog at home.

The original owner spent most of his time working and eating their leftovers. He wasn't even allowed to sit at the table, so he could only squat next to the chicken coop when he ate.

Failure to fulfill their orders would result in a severe beating.

The original owner simply couldn't stand it and would rather run outside and freeze to death in the dead of winter than stay with this family.

She currently has no power to resist them, so she can only remain silent.

Nanzhi walked to the kitchen, picked up the vegetable leaves she had prepared earlier, and headed towards the chicken coop.

"Mom, look, she's back now," Zhao Hui said nonchalantly.

The child beside Zhao Hui nudged her arm and pointed to a dish on the table, "Mom, I want to eat eggs."

"Okay, okay, Mom will get you some right away."

After serving this son a piece, she also served her other son a piece.

Looking at the person squatting next to the chicken coop, Zhao Hui smiled with satisfaction.