When Xiao Mo heard the little girl say the name "Qian Zhenhao," he furrowed his brow slightly.
He wondered if it was just a coincidence—someone who happened to share the same name as his fourth brother.
"Big Brother?"
Seeing the big brother before her lost in thought, the little girl reached out a small hand and gently tugged the corner of Xiao Mo's sleeve.
"It's nothing." Xiao Mo shook his head. "But, little sister, have you told anyone else about the things you see?"
"Mhm, I told my mother."
As she spoke, the little girl lowered her head, hugging the cloth doll in her arms tightly.
"But Mother didn't believe me. She told me not to go around telling people, or they'd think I'm strange. And if we offended the Lord City Lord, we'd be in serious trouble."
