When Zhao Xiaoyu returned home, she didn't see her children. When she asked, they said they had gone to play in the snow on the back mountain again.

Why are they so fond of playing in the snow this year?

It's not like there's no snow in the prefectural city. Is the snow in the village any different from that in the prefectural city?

When Zhao Xiaoyu reached the foot of the mountain and found no one there, she was horrified. Where were the children? Where were her two children?

Why was no one watching them when they went out to play?

Xiao Lei's expression changed, and he immediately went home to call people out to look for the person.

In the end, the person was found by the Xiao family.

Xiao Lei's face was as cold as ice as he looked at Xiao Ping as if he were already dead. "What, you want to lay a hand on my children? You weren't satisfied with not killing them before, and now you want to touch them too?"

"No, no, no," Xiao Ping waved his hands repeatedly in fright, "I just wanted to see the two children. I heard they are very clever. I really just wanted to see them. Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand."

He's the child's grandfather, why would he want to kill them?

But he just wanted to get along well with them, because if he did, he could get along better with his son. He really just wanted to be closer to his son.

This time when I came back, I couldn't even see him.

I've tried several times but haven't been able to get in, and there's no one waiting outside either.

And so it was; he discovered that the two children would often go skiing in the back mountains. Today, when he went there and saw only two servants with them, he mustered his courage and went over to try and seduce them.

The two children initially ignored them, but after he said he was their grandfather and their father's father, they scrutinized him for a while.

Finally, the little girl nodded, "You are indeed my father's father."

Then the two of them followed him. As they went, their caretakers had no choice but to go with them.

Xiao Ping was surprised that things went so smoothly. His granddaughter was so young, yet she managed to get things done with just a few words.

For some reason, when the girl acknowledged him as her grandfather, she added, "You're not a good person," which made the little boy next to her stare at him for a long time...

What's wrong with him? Without him, would they have a father? Without their father, would they even exist?

Two heartless brats.

After bringing them home, I gave them two pieces of candy that I had kept at home to sell, but they refused to eat them, saying they didn't taste good.

I don't like to eat, but I'm very curious about their family.

The young girl stared at his old woman for a long time, then suddenly blurted out, "You're no better than her!"

The old woman's face contorted with anger, and it took him a long time to calm her down.

The little girl has a really sharp tongue. Since the two of them came in, she hasn't said a single nice word except for looking around. If the boy hadn't called her "little sister," he would have thought she was mute.

The girl's words were infuriating. She said, "Either your family is full of bad people, or your family is really poor. How can you be so poor? I've never seen such poverty in my life."

If Xiao Ping hadn't had ulterior motives and hadn't taken their words to heart, he probably would have been furious long ago.

Why are you so poor? Why don't you ask your good father?

If he were willing to give them even a little bit of money as a token of respect, would he be so poor?

Thinking of Xiao Lei made her even angrier. If he weren't so stubborn, would he have bothered to target the two children? But how did he raise them? Why are they so venomous at such a young age?

However, the two children were clearly very well-fed; they were dressed in very nice clothes, the fabrics of which the parents had never seen before. At such a young age, they were already wearing leather boots and cloaks, while the father had never even worn a cotton-padded jacket in his entire life, let alone a cloak.

Until Xiao Lei arrived, Xiao Pingxin felt sour, as if she were soaking in a vat of aged vinegar.

Madam Yang suppressed her anger, staring at the two children with a forced smile, making the servants beside her feel uneasy.

The young master is right, the old woman is like a witch, she's no good.

Outwardly calm, inwardly turbulent.

This peace was shattered when Xiao Lei arrived.

Zhao Xiaoyu glared at the two children, who both lowered their heads at the same time. Oh no, their mother was back, and they were sure to be punished when they got home.

Wasn't Great-Grandma supposed to be very ill? How come they came back so quickly? And she recovered so fast?