"Sixth Master, you're back." Zhang Sao's surprised voice rang out.
Yan Huaizheng had just stepped inside, his black coat dusted with snow still draped over his shoulders. His gaze swept around and landed on the scene in the living room.
Fragments scattered across the floor, a small suitcase overturned, clothes spilling out.
The two little ones had cried their eyes red—Xiaoyi bristling with anger, and Jiujiu cradled in Yan Liu's arms.
"What's going on here?" Yan Huaizheng hurried over.
He took the sobbing Jiujiu from Yan Liu's arms, gently wiping the tears from the little princess's cheeks while soothing her, saying:
"Alright now, Jiujiu, don't cry. Grandpa's back. Whatever it is, tell Grandpa, and Grandpa will make it right for you."
"Cool Grandpa, you're finally back." Jiujiu hugged Yan Huaizheng tightly, choking on her sobs. "Sixth Uncle and Seventh Uncle bullied Brother."
"Brother got so mad, he pushed me… Waaah, Jiujiu's hand hurts so much…"
