One has to admit that the little girl is quite pretty.
Ruan Jiaojiao, now over eight years old, had grown taller than two years ago and a bit thinner, but she was still fair and delicate. Her features had developed, becoming even more refined.
Standing among three boys, she looked particularly small.
Especially when standing next to Little Fatty, she seemed to be only half his size.
When living conditions were tough, Little Fatty had been heavier than others, let alone in the past two years, as the Ruan family's life had taken a qualitative leap. His weight had soared even more. Fortunately, while he had grown horizontally, he had also grown vertically, or Du Qing would have suspected something was wrong with him.
As for Xiu Xi, he had already been half a head taller than Ruan Jiaojiao two years ago. With plentiful nutrition over the past two years, he had outstripped her by a large margin. He was the tallest among the three boys, with Ruan Jiaojiao only reaching his shoulder.