Xia Ningxing sighed, but deep down, she always felt that Mrs. Xia's death was rather suspicious.
How could it be such a coincidence that she encountered bandits precisely when she went to visit that scumbag?
If there were a chance, she would help investigate the true cause of her and her brother's mother's death, considering it repayment for assuming someone else's identity.
After digesting all this information, the boy had already taken Xia Ningxing's hand and brought her to a small farmhouse courtyard, "Sister, we're home!"
Xia Ningxing surveyed the courtyard with her gaze.
The main house had two rooms, built with yellow mud, the roof burdened with thatch and grey-black tiles. The two wooden doors wobbled, making creaking sounds, as if they were about to fall off at any moment.
