Both children were emotionally agitated, with the older one nearly bursting into tears at any moment.
He Qing thought for a while, then changed the subject, asking, "Is your name Mingming, Zhang Mingming?"
This question seemed less piercing to the heart, and the older boy hesitated before finally pouting and nodding.
"And you?" He Qing turned to the younger child, "What's your name?"
Although the younger child had an immature face, his expression appeared slightly more mature as he stiffened his little face, seemingly unwilling to give He Qing a smile, "My name is Ah Jin."
He was quite small, and He Qing was half squatting to talk to him, feeling the scent of herbs emanating from the child during their conversation...
He Qing paused, "That ginseng whisker, did you keep it on you?"
Ah Jin pursed his lips and remained silent. However, Zhang Mingming, not quite adept at lying, honestly said, "No, I ate it."
"You ate it?"
