City A, Police Station——

Sang Sang sat in the chair, carefully holding a mobile phone, dialing the number her master left her before escaping.

Seeing the call was answered, Sang Sang's eyes lit up instantly.

"Hey, Xiao Min, it's your auntie!"

Before the person on the other end could answer, Sang Sang continued, "I'm currently being held at the police station, can you come and get me?"

Ye Min, on the end of the line, was silent for a moment. Once he realized who it was, he cursed loudly, "Did I download the anti-fraud app for nothing?"

"If you're my auntie, then I must be your ancestor!"

Finally, he called her a liar and snapped the phone shut. A busy tone quickly filled the room through the speaker.

Sang Sang, staring at the now blackened phone screen, held her head crookedly for a while. Finally, with teary eyes, she handed the phone back to the policewoman who had taken care of her.

"Why... why did he curse at me?" Sang Sang looked incredulous, her expression utterly pitiful.

In her snow-white little Daoist robe, the little dumpling was dirt-streaked, with tiny tears hanging from her long eyelashes.

The female officer looked at the little girl who was pouting her lips in grievance and instantly felt a pang of pity.

She couldn't help but vent to her colleague, "Little Dumpling's master is really heartless. He only thinks about escaping and doesn't even care about his disciple!"

"Who's saying no? Her master saw us and ran away immediately. The four of us couldn't catch up."

"He lost you?" The female officer clearly didn't expect that four police officers couldn't keep up with an old man over a hundred years old.

"Well, not exactly. The old Taoist, seeing that he couldn't outrun us, jumped into the river to escape."

The policewoman, after hearing the account of the affair, looked at Sang Sang sitting on the rest chair, her heart softening.

An hour earlier, they had received a report from a concerned citizen saying that under the overpass, someone was promoting feudal superstition.

When they arrived on the scene, they saw an old Taoist with white hair charmingly coaxing a group of elderly women. Once he was successful in convincing them, the QR code hanging around Sang Sang's neck was passed over.

The act was so practiced, it was heartbreaking.

At a glance, they were habitual offenders!

For such cases, the original plan was to bring the old and young back for profound ideological reflection, and finally contact their family to fetch the two.

But the old Taoist saw them from a distance and started to run!

He didn't even bother about his stall or the child, plunging into the surging Yangtze River with a splash.

The police, unable to find the Taoist, could only bring Sang Sang, who was still looking utterly confused, back to the police station.

Upon further investigation, they discovered that the little dumpling was undocumented!

At that moment, Sang Sang pulled out a crumpled piece of white paper from the sleeve of the Taoist robe, on which was written a string of numbers.

"Big Sister, this is my grandnephew's phone number."

Only after the policewoman repeatedly asked did she understand that this was what the old Taoist had given her before he ran away.

Even though it seemed unbelievable, but unable to resist the charm of the little dumpling, she eventually handed her phone to Sang Sang.

Thus, there was the earlier scene where Sang Sang was holding her phone and making a call.

This further convinced the female officer that the phone number given was a fabrication by the old Taoist priest to appease the little girl.

However...

"If we really can’t find Sang Sang's parents, the only choice would be to send her to the orphanage."

For a moment, all the police officers present fell silent.

Although an orphanage can provide for basic needs like food and clothing, the absence of parental companionship is ultimately not good for children.

Moreover, Sang Sang is like a careful and adorable little peach, and thinking about the challenges she might face in the future, they all felt uncomfortable.

"Sister, what is an orphanage?"

Sang Sang had never heard about the orphanage, but seeing the pitiful looks everyone suddenly directed towards her, she guessed that the orphanage must not be a good place.

So, the little girl quickly hugged the female officer's thigh, her watery big eyes blinked a few times, "Sister, let's not go to the orphanage. Master said that Sang Sang has a home."

Her Master had always told her that she had many grand-nephews and nieces and that they were all descendants of her Ye family.

Now that the Ye family is in peril, as an aunt, she must protect her family and fulfill her duties as an elder!

With that thought in mind, Sang Sang unconsciously clenched her hand into a small fist.

Nearly all those present were touched by this scene. Shortly after, a few light lipstick marks appeared on Sang Sang's little face.

Sang Sang lay on the chair, looking as if she had been drained of all energy, much like a sprite.

Finally, he sighed deeply, clearly showing the helplessness of the little one.

——

On the other side, in a certain upscale apartment.

After being disturbed by a scam call, Ye Mian, who finally managed to fall asleep, was once again awakened by a nightmare.

He originally thought it was just a normal call, didn't expect to have dreamt of his ancestor who had been missing for decades.

His ancestor was soaked, at first, he thought he met an old water ghost. However, the counterpart beat him up wildly, accusing him of disrespecting his grandmother and deserving lifelong bad luck.

Then the ancestor struck with a stick, and he was scared awake.

He originally thought it was just a nightmare, but when he turned his head, he was shocked to see a stick lying next to his big bed, with the words "Unfilial Descendants' Stick" clearly carved on it.

Ye Mian: "!!!!"

Haunted, it's haunted!

Then his phone rang.

Once he opened it, it was a message from the family group chat.

Ye Shuliang: I just had a dream.

Ye Huaizhou: I also had a dream.

Ye Mian raised his hand in agreement: ＋1

Soon, the old man's call came in.

"I just dreamed of your great-grandfather during my nap." After saying this, Ye Shuliang paused before continuing, "Your great-grandfather said that his paternal aunt is coming to our house and that we should treat her well."

"I didn't believe it, so your great-grandfather picked up a stick and started beating me."

Upon hearing this, Ye Mian's hand trembled, and he glanced at the 'stick for beating disobedient descendants' next to him, swallowing in fear.

Suddenly, Ye Shuliang added, "But your great-grandfather didn't tell me where his aunt is, so how are we to find her?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Mian suddenly thought of the scam call half an hour ago.

"I think I know where his aunt is."

"Where?" Ye Shuliang was taken aback.

"City A, Police Station."

...

Less than half an hour later, Ye Mian arrived at the police station in a hurry.

The old Ye house was in City S, over a thousand kilometers away. The Ye family couldn't get here all at once, so Ye Mian, who was filming on location, was the only one who came.

Because of his identity, Ye Mian wore a black mask on his face, but his overall demeanor kept attracting attention and speculation.

Even so, Sang Sang, who was currently slurping down instant noodles, recognized at a glance that this was a descendant of their Ye family.

Just look at how similar his eyes and eyebrows are to hers!

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Mian entered the door, he started to look around.

Seeing this, the duty officer quickly asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Ye Mian immediately said, "I'm looking for my Aunt."

"What?"

The duty officer thought he had heard wrong, after all, from morning to noon, there was only a little dumpling in the hall, and no elderly persons were received.

Just as he was about to clarify, Sang Sang, unnoticed, stood in front of Ye Mian holding a ramen bowl.

Ye Mian bowed his head and saw a delicate, cute little dumpling but didn't give much thought to it.

Just as he was about to raise his head, Sang Sang in front of him tugged at his pants.

"I'm the Aunt you're looking for."

Just at this moment, a call came in from his grandfather.

"Have you picked up our Aunt?"

Ye Mian looked at the little dumpling beside him, swallowed, and hesitated a little before saying, "Yes, I have picked her up, but she's not quite what I had in mind."

The grandfather on the other end of the phone also had a bad premonition.

Ye Mian took a deep breath, looking at the girl in the robe, and said softly, "Grandpa, the Aunt our ancestors want us to respect seems... a little young?"