Wen Jiu leaned lazily against the wall, and her backpack was casually carried on one shoulder, and her hands hanging from her side flipped from time to time.

Her palms were empty, and she frowned in displeasure.

It is not my own body, but it is indeed limited, and no ability obtained by different time and space can be used.

Even that Nogia phone can't be summoned.

She pursed her lips, her white lips, and her anger and irritability were a little uncontrollable.

The last time, she would lose the phone if she didn't come out again.

Wen Jiu just thought so, the phone with a small screen and many buttons appeared in her hands.

She raised her eyebrows and a slightly vicissitudes of voice came from her ears - "Little Dimple!"

A long-lost name.

Wen Jiu turned his head and saw the old man in Tang suit walking towards her in a hurry.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles. When he looked at her, his eyes were filled with kindness and expectation.

Although Wen Jiu changed his body, Su Wen Jiu's appearance was 80% similar to hers. The last time Mr. Wen met her was thirty-seven years ago, so Mr. Wen didn't feel that the person in front of him was unfamiliar.

Wen Jiu's calm eyes instantly stirred up a storm, her eyelashes trembled, and a smile hit the corners of her lips.

She walked forward and shouted, "Brother."

"Little dimples!" Old Master Wen held Wen Jiu's slightly cool hand excitedly, and frowned sparsely, "Why are your hands so cold?"

There is still a white bandage wrapped around the wrist!

Mr. Wen's face suddenly became ugly, "Little Dimple, are you injured?"

Wen Jiu lowered her eyes and looked at it: "It's not my injury."

Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment and then reacted, lowered his voice and asked worriedly: "Then are you okay?"

"No problem was found for the time being." Wen Jiu raised her eyebrows slightly.

Mr. Wen quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone was a little resentful: "Do you know, my brother was almost scared to death by you!"

Wen Jiu shrugged: "I didn't expect this kind of accident to happen either."

"I'm talking more than that."

"Thirty-seven years have passed, are you still angry?"

Mr. Wen sighed, his sunken old eyes a little wet.

He held Wen Jiu's hand and patted it lightly: "I've been no longer angry."

Wen Jiu smiled and was about to speak, but he saw a black shadow from the corner of his eyes, followed by a displeasure voice.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Wen Qiye frowned and looked ugly.

Is Grandpa crazy?

It was not enough to say that finding a younger sister, but he actually held the girl's hand!

Mr. Wen quickly blinked, held back his tears, turned his head and said to his eldest grandson, "Qi Ye, you are here just right. I'll introduce you to you. This is your little aunt, call someone."

Xiao Dimple hasn't seen her nephews and grandchildren!

Wen Qiye: “………”

He looked at the little girl who was so tender that she could pinch out of water. His eyes were complicated and his expression was a little heavy.

Grandpa is 67 years old this year. How old is this little girl? Have you become an adult?

No matter how young my grandfather's missing sister is, it is impossible for her to be like this.

Wen Qiye bowed slightly to Wen Jiu, and his tone was a little apology: "Sorry, my grandfather is not in good spirits. Recently, he always fantasized about having a missing sister who caused trouble to you. I apologize to you on his behalf..."

"Boy! Are you saying that there is something wrong with my brain?" Mr. Wen slapped his eldest grandson with a palm, angry and annoyed.

He said that he really had a sister, but this kid didn't believe it!

"Little dimples, this kid is ignorant, don't bother with him."

A very shallow smile appeared on Wen Jiu's lips, and she said, "I am an elder, of course I won't bother with the children."
Chapter completed!