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The lazy morning sun finally pressed down on the branch. The mottled sunlight passed through the veiled window and shone into the room. The room that was caged was also hazy, carrying with it the unique radiance of the morning …

In the washroom at the corner of the small room, a four or five-year-old child wearing a waxy white cotton dress was holding a small toothbrush. He was brushing his small white teeth in his small mouth with a 'whoosh whoosh', while his small cheeks were filled with toothpaste. As the small toothbrush moved up and down, the dough like little bun's face also bulged.

"Gulp, gulu." Qian Feng washed the foam from his mouth and looked into the mirror. He saw the small child whose fur had just barely reached his ears. Qian Feng pursed his lips. A few days ago, she had just passed her twentieth birthday, but she didn't expect to wake up and end up like this … If Little Seventh Bro found out about this, he would probably laugh her to death …

He lowered his head and grabbed a small towel from a nearby shelf, drying the water on his mouth. He turned and jumped off the small stool, grabbed his own small hair, and walked out of the bedroom on his short legs.

"Miss, did you wash your face yourself? Breakfast was ready. Shall we have breakfast? " At the dining table, the middle-aged woman who was preparing breakfast saw a young girl slowly walking in from a small room. She hurriedly put down the plate in her hands and half-squatted in front of Qian Feng with a smile on her face.

Qian Lian stopped obediently in front of the woman. He raised his two round eyes and looked at her. He didn't say anything, but he had a well-behaved appearance.

This was the family's servant, Mrs Zhang, who took care of the daily life of the family and her three meals a day. She was also the only living person that Qian Biao had seen in the past few days when she woke up.

From the scattered memories he received from the original owner of the body, he could tell that the original owner of the body was a pitiful young lady. Her family background was not bad, but she was still alive like a mute.

She had taken over the family's position, and now there were three members of the family with unknown backgrounds.

However, these three members weren't referring to a child like her, who was brought along by her parents. She had no mother, no memory of a mother at all.

The reason why she was able to gather a family of three was because she had an elder brother who was a few years older than her.

The original owner's own father had very few memories. On the contrary, he had even more memories of his younger brother.

However, it was likely that neither of these two members would be at home, because most of the time, the little girl's memories were like this:

In such a big home, she was alone, as well as Mrs Zhang in front of her.

Therefore, the reason why the original owner of the little girl had developed such an austere personality and didn't like to talk so much that she became a little mute in the eyes of others, wasn't completely unrelated to the environment of this family.

Fortunately, Qian Lian who was currently curled up in the little girl's body wasn't a real little doll.

Qian Feng really didn't feel anything about his current life. She wasn't someone who liked to talk too much. Furthermore, she was used to being independent, so her current life was rather suitable for her.

Furthermore, since she had just arrived, it would be a mistake to say anything more. This way, she wouldn't have to interact with others too much, saving her a lot of trouble.

However, what Qian Feng didn't know was that although she thought she was enjoying herself, there were people who felt sorry for her.

Mrs Zhang, who was half-squatting, was familiar with the young mistress whom she had been waiting upon for a long time. Seeing that the young mistress was just looking at people as usual, she could not make a sound, but could not help but feel sympathetic towards her young mistress. What a good child! How did it become a little mute?

She gently stroked Qian Feng's small head as she picked him up. Carefully, she placed Qian Feng on a child's chair that had been set up separately at the dining table for a long time, just in case the young mistress was uncomfortable. She even helped her tuck in the small cushion that had been prepared in the chair for a long time already.

Qian Feng also obediently allowed his mom to tie the small towel in front of her chest. Looking at the breakfast that was already laid out in front of her, he quietly ate it.

The two of them ate quietly. In order to make it convenient for the young mistress to take care of her meals, Mrs Zhang, who was sitting next to Qian Feng, chose to sit down. She knew that although her teacher was busy with work and didn't return home often, he had a lot of thoughts for his young mistress.

Mrs Zhang was a real person. Thinking back to the time when Mr Li specially hired her and didn't even need her to do any heavy work, she was usually generous to her and even held onto two times the salary for her previous job. She even wholeheartedly wanted to take care of the young mistress.

Zhang Ma had been a servant for more than ten years. The job in front of her was the one that paid her the most, but it was also the one that she did the most carefully.

She had worked as a servant and as a sister-in-law of the month before, but this was the first time that she had been so careful in serving a little kid.

Qian Feng didn't know that in his original body, other than being silent like a mute, this little girl still loved to cry even more.

It was also different from the crying of other children of the same age.

It was unlike other children who would cry if they touched her. The original body's child didn't know whether to cry or cry because he didn't know when he would feel unwell. Don't you see that she didn't speak when she cried?

Her eyes were filled with tears, one after another. Her large eyes were slightly swollen, and she was crying.

As soon as his large eyes closed, another string of tears fell.

Her little nose was red with tears hanging off her face. Her little mouth was aggrieved as she shriveled up. She was the one who felt heartache …

The most important thing was that this crying didn't seem to be intentional. She couldn't stop herself even if she cried. When did it end?

Since she was young, she had been suffering from minor ailments. She cried for a while, and when she was done, she would not have much energy left. She would also be sick for the next few days.

When it was serious, he couldn't stop for a while. He had to calm her down and let her slowly fall asleep to control her crying.

So how come it's not a gem? Every time she cried, how many people would panic with her?

Mrs Zhang still remembered that when she first met this little mistress, she was still sighing in her heart. Rich people's children are just not the same. Looking at those tiny faces, they seem so tender that they can be scraped with feathers. Hiding behind her brother, a pair of large, black eyes looked at her timidly. Aiyo, it made her heart feel like it was melting. How does it look like "special", as you call it, by a gentleman? "." "..." "?" "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

At first, it was only because the child was introverted and afraid of strangers, so she didn't like to talk. Later on, she found out that not only was it to her, the child was not fond of talking to anyone. In her first year at work, she could count every single word that the little mistress had said.

Afterwards, when she saw the little mistress cry for the first time, Mrs Zhang was frightened and her heart ached. From then on, she would take care of her child more meticulously and carefully like she would a glass doll.

Qian Lian, who was concentrating on eating breakfast, didn't know that he had been ruthlessly pitied in the hearts of others. What she was thinking was, counting the days, 'she' the little brother who went to school, was also going home soon, right?