The two brothers, upon hearing this long-missed voice, stiffened sharply, and when they saw the ink-black hair now tinged with streaks of gray, a sour bitterness surged in their hearts.
"Dad, look who's back," Xiao Jiazhen said, not at all seeming like she was about to be married off but entirely in the posture of a young daughter. Seeing her father, she rushed over, pointing excitedly at the two extra people in the room like she was showing off a treasure.
Although the Prime Minister was over fifty, he was far from being blind or deaf and had naturally noticed the two of them. A flash of surprise crossed his face, followed by a displeased glare, a swell of anger rising in his heart. He opened his mouth to scold them, yet the words that came out were unexpected, "You've come back?"
"Dad, we're back," both Xiao Zhiqi and Xiao Zhiwen said in unison, their voices tinted with a hint of excitement and longing, but more so with remorse.
