"Isn't that your family's old seventh?" Ai Ni Teng pushed the door open a crack and peeked outside. "He's running pretty fast!"
"It's not the old seventh. He came with me, but he didn't come upstairs." Jimo Shanshan rubbed her forehead. "I just remembered, that might be Little Uncle!"
"Little Uncle is back?" Little Raindrop asked suspiciously.
"It should be him! I haven't seen him before, but I've seen his picture—he looks like Grandma." Jimo Shanshan looked at the group and spoke slowly, "There was a whole row standing outside just now, and their faces looked like cucumbers, practically green! What on earth did you all say?"
"Oh no, we're doomed!" Connie pouted her lips.
"What's there to be afraid of? Worst-case scenario, we'll just deal with them head-on!" Yi Luowa said with a sly smile. "Isn't your family ruled by you anyway?"
"How will we deal with them?" Qiqi asked mischievously, grinning.
