Jiaojiao asked while sizing up the other person.
It should be a little girl, looking about ten years old, with clothes full of patches, gray and dirty, wrinkled like dried plums. She smelled slightly sour up close, and her long, unkempt hair was messily draped over her head and face, making it impossible to tell her features, only barely recognizing her age and gender.
The little girl heard her question and glared at her angrily before turning to look at Ruan Wei, with a bit of blood from a bump topping her forehead, calling him piteously and helplessly, "Brother."
"Brother?" Lu Zishu glanced around to everyone, finally resting his eyes on Ruan Wei: "Who is she calling, Ruan Wei, is she calling you? Do you have a sister other than Jiaojiao?"
Jiaojiao also looked at Ruan Wei.
Ruan Wei's face turned pale when the other party called him brother, and now, being watched by everyone, he froze completely.
He even dared not meet Jiaojiao's eyes.
