Ding Yiyi is like a doll suddenly resurrected. She walks to Ao Xue, sitting on the chair, lowers herself, holds the handles at both ends of the chair with both hands, and looks at her instantaneously. "Are you Ao Xue or Xiao Xue?" Have you ever become a snowstorm?

"What are you talking about your sister?" Ao Xue's face, which has followed Ding Yiyi for more than twenty years, is pure and innocent.

For a long time, Ding Yiyi let go of her armrest and stood up. She walked upstairs tiredly. "Nothing much, you have a good meal."

Ao Xue got up and ran to the bathroom. The servant only...