Xiao Qingya was a little embarrassed. She was too caught up in dealing with the ghosts—looking for the conscious and cooperative one that she paid no attention to the surroundings.
Upon seeing the newcomer's expression, she could only give him an innocent look.
"Tiezhu," Xiao Jingran greeted the person. "What are you doing here?"
It was the Sun family's oldest son, Sun Tiezhu. The teenager scratched his head and hesitated slightly. "I am going to burn some paper for my mother, Brother Jingran."
Xiao Qingya studied the honest-looking young man in front of them. Although he mostly inherited Sun Daniu's looks, they really had different personalities.
This Sun Tiezhu was really a responsible person, taking care of all his younger brothers.
"How about you, Brother Jingran?" Sun Tiezhu glanced puzzledly at the siblings. "Why are you here with your little sister?"
"My little sister wants to play with the water in the river." Xiao Jingran answered gently.
