A pathetic, whimpering cry echoed in her mind.
Xie Ning hardened her heart and ignored it, letting him cry.
'Kids… The more attention you give them, the harder they cry. Maybe if he just cries it out… he'll fall asleep.'
Despite having no experience with children, Xie Ning was actually quite crafty when it came to dealing with them.
Xiao Huzi, standing to the side, had no idea that the two of them—one big, one small—had just been communicating in the spirit world.
He didn't say anything when he saw Xie Ning close the lid of the storage case.
He glanced at the strangely deformed children. "Sis, the sandstorm outside is intense. What should we do with these kids?"
Although these mutated children probably didn't feel the sand much, Xiao Huzi was still a little worried.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, these children were all just too young.
They were already in such a pitiful state. If something were to happen to them in the sandstorm, what would they do?
