The next day, Mo Haihao came over with the answer.
Before Mo Haihao could knock, Ghost, who had vanished, appeared, floating in front of him, shaking her head, "Don't bother Little Taotie anymore."
In fact, when Little Taotie cried for her yesterday, she was hiding behind the cupboard.
She dared not show herself because she didn't know how to comfort the weeping little girl.
A little girl who had just met her felt pity for her and sad for her, but her own parents just thought of using her.
Perhaps they were genuinely grieved at the loss of their daughter before their son was born, but upon reuniting, all their actions were merely for one thing—a heart!
Mo Haihao led the way to the car, and Ghost took a seat in the passenger side, though her form was insubstantial.
Mo Haihao let out a sigh, "You've recovered your memory, so you must have guessed the answer."
Ghost looked down with an unusually calm tone, "I still held a sliver of hope."
Hope for a trace of kinship.
