Yin Xilin noticed that when their eyes landed on Xiao Hong, they shot up from the sofa, their faces filled with intense excitement.
Feeling cautious, Yin Xilin moved her wrist with Xiao Hong behind her back, blocking the view of those two strange people.
"Master, who are they?" The little girl ran to An Yiqing's side and asked warily.
Hongye and Elder Jin felt a bit awkward, thinking, "Do we not look like good people? Even if An Yiqing doesn't trust us, does this little girl have to resist us too?"
An Yiqing laughed, patting Yin Xilin's head and pulling her out from behind her back, "They are from the Dragon Clan. Lingling, they've come to take Xiao Hong back."
Hearing this, Yin Xilin's face fell, her rosy lips pressed into a straight line.
The little girl was not happy.
"Why are they taking Xiao Hong back? All these years, they didn't care about Xiao Hong, and now they suddenly remember him!"
"Lingling, don't be rude."
