"Mom, who is this...?"
Song Chenguang and his wife led their son into the living room. Upon seeing the unfamiliar figure standing there, Song Chenguang looked at Luo Yueqin and couldn't help but ask her a question.
"See for yourself!"
Luo Yueqin responded irritably.
Seeing that the atmosphere in the living room was not right, Song Chenguang's wife made an excuse to go to the kitchen to cook and left the living room with her son.
"Jiao...Jiaojiao, are you Jiaojiao?!"
Song Chenguang took two steps away from Song Jiaojiao and stopped. Then, he looked at Song Jiaojiao and, unsurprisingly, recognized her as his younger sister by blood.
But looking at Song Jiaojiao's thin, haggard, and somewhat sallow face, he could hardly believe his eyes. This was no younger sister; she looked older than him.
"You're so surprised because you think my face isn't flattering, right?"
Song Jiaojiao laughed loudly: "I don't dare to compliment my face either! But who caused this? You're my older brother, tell me who caused this? It's Mom and Dad, they were switched at birth not long after I was born, which ruined me..."
"Enough!"
Luo Yueqin interrupted Song Jiaojiao and said to Song Chenguang, "Go to the kitchen and help your wife. Don't pay any attention to this brat!"
Song Chenguang stood still and said, "Mom, now that Jiaojiao is back, let bygones be bygones. Let Jiaojiao take a bath, change her clothes, and get some rest!"
"Where is her room in the house?!"
Luo Yueqin's tone was very harsh.
"The eldest sister's room isn't always kept, so why don't we let Jiaojiao move in now?"
As Song Chenguang spoke, before Luo Yueqin could say anything, he looked at Song Jiaojiao and said, "Go on, change into the clothes your older sister left at home. I'll give you some money later, so you can go to the department store and buy whatever you like."
What's going on with my room?
Instead of stopping while things were going well, Song Jiaojiao asked Song Chenguang a question.
"Your room has some things that haven't been used in a long time. If you want to move back to your own room, I'll find some time to clean it out for you..."
Before Song Chenguang could finish speaking, Song Jiaojiao said impatiently, "Then hurry up, I'm not used to staying in someone else's room!" Her older sister was not someone to be trifled with. If she went back to her parents' house one day and found that her room was occupied by her, who knows what kind of argument they would have!
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