Black Glasses turned his head from the passenger seat and looked over. "Zhaozhao, once we're settled down, let Zhang Mian take the kid back to the Zhang Clan."
Yun Zhao looked down at the tiny hand clutching tightly at her clothes. "We'll see," she said, raising a hand to ruffle the top of the little one's head.
The soft, dark hair was filthy, and it had grown long enough to be braided. If the Zhang Clan had a child with such talent, he would surely have been groomed with special attention from a young age; how could he have been abducted and tossed about through so many hands?
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