The next day, the siblings were brought back to school by the school bus and returned home together.
Upon opening the door, they were greeted by Sister Zhi Zhen, who was dressed in an apron, deliberately dressed to exude a sense of a good wife and mother.
"It seems you had a happy holiday."
The woman leaned against the door frame, her thick, pitch-black hair tied into a large braid that fell from the side, giving her a virtuous demeanor as she showed a gentle smile to the returning siblings.
"Yes, it was quite enjoyable..."
Cen Dongsheng replied.
Yi Qingyan, as always, showed no intention of engaging with the other party, her smile that she had all the way home with her brother faded as she took off her sneakers and changed into slippers, treating An Zhizhen like air, not even lifting her gaze, yet deliberately squeezing past the woman.
Watching the proud figure of the young girl heading to the living room, Cen Dongsheng sighed.
"...She's still just a child after all."
