Looking at her thoughtful and caring little sister, Qin Jiao's heart melted. She shook her head and said, "I can't let you do my laundry. Go on and play, I'll wash them myself."
"You're always doing my laundry, but I'm a big girl now. Besides, back in our hometown, I used to wash clothes for Grandma and Grandpa all the time." As Xiao Shi mentioned their old home, her voice grew quiet.
She was even younger back then, only seven or eight, and it wasn't just her grandparents' clothes she had washed. She had actually done the laundry for her uncle's family of three as well...
Hearing this, Qin Jiao's heart ached.
"Xiao Shi, you've been through so much."
'My poor, adorable little sister... just how much did she suffer back then? And in her past life, she went through so many hardships.'
'Later on, she was even abducted by human traffickers...'
