A Guide for the Beloved Kid to Climb onto the Roof and Remove Tiles

At that moment, Ye Hong's heart was in her throat.

Madam Song's questioning gaze also fell on Ye Hong.

She didn't understand what Sui Sui meant by that, but looking at her, it seemed like Sui Sui knew Ye Hong.

Just as Madam Song was about to ask, a loud wail rang out.

It was Song Jiaojiao who woke up and was crying. Madam Song immediately disregarded her doubts and turned around to hug the sobbing Song Jiaojiao.

"What's wrong, Jiaojiao? Mommy's here."

"It hurts..."

With tears welling up in her eyes, Song Jiaojiao nestled in Madam Song's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mrs. Song looked at Song Jiaojiao's knee, which she had bumped from the fall, with heartache and comforted her softly.

But unexpectedly, he met Song Zhisui's dark and quiet eyes.

For some reason, Madam Song felt a sudden tightness in her chest.

She suddenly remembered.

Song Zhisui was beaten until she bled internally, but she didn't utter a sound and hasn't shed a single tear since.

For no apparent reason, Madam Song felt a tightness in her chest.

It was at this moment that Song Jiaojiao saw Suisui and burst into tears again.

"Dirty...dirty thing! Get away!"

She stared wide-eyed at Sui Sui, who was sprawled out on her bed like a little turtle, her face filled with disbelief.

The situation was too urgent just now, and Madam Song subconsciously put Sui Sui on Song Jiao Jiao's bed.

Unexpectedly, when Song Jiaojiao woke up and saw Suisui lying on her bed, she reacted in this way.

"Jiaojiao, this is a little sister, not something dirty."

Madam Song pursed her lips and spoke softly, but she was somewhat angry.

Why would her daughter use the word "dirty"? Who taught her that?

She hurried to check on Sui Sui, afraid that the child would be sad if she heard such words.

However, Sui Sui just looked at them with curiosity, completely bewildered, which made Madam Song feel a pang of heartache for no reason.

But then Sui Sui spoke up, "You filthy thing, who are you calling a duck?"

Song Jiaojiao was very angry, "I'm talking to you! You've dirtied my bed!"

Sui Sui said slowly, "Oh, you dirty thing, you're talking about me."

Song Jiaojiao, completely oblivious to what was wrong, became even more aggressive, shouting, "I'm talking to you! I'm talking to you! Get off my bed!"

Seeing that Sui Sui was not moving, she started to cry and make a scene.

Song Haochen suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He understood what was going on. Sui Sui was clearly saying that Jiao Jiao was a dirty thing, and Jiao Jiao had actually stupidly agreed!

Song Haochen didn't want to admit that this was the younger sister he liked; he didn't want such a stupid sister.

Besides, Jiaojiao's cries are so loud...

But if Jiaojiao finds out, won't she be sad?

For a moment, Song Haochen was extremely conflicted.

Ye Hong was heartbroken.

"Madam, I knew Miss would be frightened. Let me take her away quickly and clean her up. Besides, since Young Master Haochen brought her here, her family is probably worried about her!"

As she spoke, taking advantage of the fact that Madam Song was still holding Song Jiaojiao and couldn't get away, she picked up Song Zhisui and walked straight outside.

Considering that Sui Sui's family might indeed be looking for her, and that Song Jiao Jiao was still causing trouble, Madam Song hesitated for a moment.

This hesitation cost her another chance to stop them, and she could only watch them leave.

Every year after year, as she left, Madam Song felt a strange emptiness in her heart.

It was at this moment that Madam Song suddenly realized that she hadn't even had a chance to ask the child what her name was...

Ye Hong's expression changed after she took Song Zhisui outside.

"You brat, did you come here to get me killed?!"