Very good, that's very Qin Zhao.
The feud between the two of them was now firmly established. Qiao Zhen wouldn't take revenge for personal reasons, but if this series of missions could be successfully completed, she would definitely make this immortal undergoing tribulation pay!
Qin's mother was the first to react, prying her son's mouth open before pulling Qiao Zhen's toes, which felt like they were about to break, out of her mouth. "Zhao Zhao! How could you bite your sister!"
Little Qin Zhao couldn't understand what his mother was saying. He still clung tightly to Qiao Zhen's short legs and refused to let go, mumbling, "Siang! Siang!"
"It smells good! It smells good?" Mei's mother, realizing what was happening, was both amused and exasperated. "Oh, it's because it's hungry. When it saw Zhenzhen nibbling on her little toes, it looked delicious! You wait here, Auntie will make you some milk powder."
When no one was looking, Qiao Zhen secretly wiped away imaginary tears with her little arm. At this moment, she needed reinforcements, and the old man Mei sitting at the dining table pretending to read the newspaper—Qiao Zhen concluded that he was a shill—so she looked away and ignored him.
Just then, a cute little boy, about seven or eight years old, carrying a ball, came down the stairs. Qiao Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up, and she almost drooled again. "Eeya—ee—"
The little boy trotted up to Qiao Zhen on his short legs, drooling as he kissed her chubby cheek. "Little sister, good boy, your fourth brother is going to play with the ball. I'll come back to play with you when I get back." With that, he ran off, ignoring Qiao Zhen's excited gaze.
Abandoned, Qiao Zhen sat stiffly on the sofa as if struck by lightning. Apart from her round eyes moving, she seemed as heavy as if she were filled with lead.
However, in Qin's mother's eyes, this was just because they were tired of playing.
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