Lin Yicheng, cradling one in each arm, had finally managed to return home.
By the time he got home, Nanzhi had already been taken back to her room. As soon as they reached home, Zhiyu jumped down from Lin Yicheng's arms, grabbed her little purse and hurried towards Nanzhi's room.
Lin Ercheng had only begun to greet his brother's return when he noticed the dirty little beggar in his arms, and fell silent in disbelief.
He looked up, a little baffled, and asked, "Bro, where did you pick up this little beggar from?"
"It's the one who stole the chubby girl's purse a few days ago."
Lin Yicheng looked at the little beggar in his arms who was covered in wounds with a complicated expression.
"So, why did you bring him back?" Lin Ercheng seemed even more surprised, he remembered him mentioning that he had sent this little beggar to Liu Jie, hadn't he?