Even though Qu Shuangshuang knew that her early return this time should allow her to intercept before her uncle sent her brother away, she was still worried that things might change. She wouldn't be at ease until she saw her brother had not been sent away.
At a height of dozens of floors, Qu Shuangshuang climbed up with astonishing speed. As she scanned her iris to unlock the door and nearly charged inside upon opening it, she found that there were indeed two strangers, a man and a woman, in her home.
Qu Shuangshuang's gaze fell directly on the tiny baby held in the arms of the strange woman.
The little baby was not particularly cute. Due to malnutrition, its hair was dry and yellow, and its little face was thin. It lacked the baby fat that infants should have, as well as the special white tenderness of young children.
