Deng Xuan ran over and hugged Deng Ying's leg. In a childish, tearful voice, she said, "Sister, I miss you so much. Please come home with us?"
Deng Ying lowered her gaze and looked at her younger sister. "You brought them here?"
She'd never told the Deng Family where she worked. Not that they cared; all that mattered was that she brought money home on time every month.
So, the reason the Deng Family had shown up here today was most likely because her sister had told them the address.
Deng Xuan said timidly, "Sister, it's not nice here. This isn't our home."
Deng Ying closed her eyes. She had raised her younger sister herself. By all rights, her sister should have been the one closest to her, the one on her side.
But Deng Ying realized she was wrong.
'It seems no matter how well I treat my sister, she'll still unconditionally side with Mom and Dad.'
