Xie Hushi glanced at the little girl and suddenly laughed: "Alright, I'll listen to Xiaoxiao. I'm not worried. Your Brother Atai will certainly return safely."
Murong Xiaoxiao, with dimples showing, laughed even more joyfully. But as her big eyes shifted, she lifted them again: "Auntie, Sister Aya has been gone for so many years now. Has Brother Atai not forgotten her?"
Ah! Xie Hushi couldn't help but sigh: "Aya was a good girl. Not forgetting is understandable."
Murong Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed: "But..."
However, Xie Hushi patted Murong Xiaoxiao's hand and turned to walk back, clearly not wanting to mention the subject anymore.
Murong Xiaoxiao bit her lip, quickly chased after her, and helped the old madam into the house.
Just as they entered and hadn't sat down yet, urgent footsteps sounded outside, then the butler hurried in: "Madam, the village master has returned."
Murong Xiaoxiao was the first to show a smile, with a hint of girly shyness.
