A girl with a ponytail, around the same age as Xiyan, walked over, "Xiaonan, where did you run off to?"
"Sister." The child named Xiaonan tugged at the girl's hand, pointed at Luoluo, and repeated again, "Xiaonan ran into a classmate, that classmate has no mom or dad, and none of us play with him."
Xiyan clenched her fist, looking at the girl expressionlessly, "Is he your brother?"
The girl looked at Xiyan, seemed to be stunned for two seconds, and then nodded blankly, "Yes..."
Xiyan took Luoluo's hand again, her voice carrying a hint of anger, "Please take care of your brother. Even if it's just childish words, saying such things requires education. To gloat over someone's wound, even as a child, is unforgivable!
If you don't educate him now, don't blame others for educating him!
Who said my brother was picked up from a garbage dump? He is the treasure held dear by our entire family!"
The girl opposite still had no reaction, staring blankly at Xiyan.
