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My Genius Sister is Only Seven!?

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her. One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home. At first, Emily wasn't popular in other people's homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant. Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. The elders and older brothers who didn't really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy. Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her. Grandpa said, "Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?" Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn't discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily's hands were never wrong. Her father pleaded, "Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!" Her brothers pleaded. "Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother's school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can't go back on your word."

Mountain Springs · Urban
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250 Chs

"What's wrong with you? Boss said that this girl can be exchanged for a good price. If we can't exchange her for money, you won't get any meat."

The square-faced man pushed the scar-faced man out of the door. "Go buy some food. I'll take care of this girl."

"Tch, look at your cowardice. When I get the money, I'll definitely kill that girl with my own hands. When that time comes, I'll peel off her skin and make a specimen. Hahaha."

Emily's body trembled. She forced herself to calm down, but she couldn't do it, especially after what scarface had just said. No matter what, she would die? What should she do? When would her brother come to save her?

Would her brother miss her after she died? Was she going to see her parents?

Thinking of this, Emily's tears fell even faster. This made the square-faced man even more unhappy. "Why are you crying? You're not dead yet. I still have to serve you. You still dare to cry now? How unlucky."