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"Gulug!"
Smelling the aroma of food from the inn, the siblings Zhang Zining and Zhang Yining involuntarily swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, their throats moving.
They had no choice. They were just too hungry. Not only had they not eaten all day, but they had also been on the run for so long. At only sixteen or seventeen years old, it was already quite impressive that they had managed to hold out until now.
"Where did these two little beggars come from? Hurry up and get out of here! Don't get in the way of our business!"
At this moment, a waiter from the inn saw the siblings and walked over impatiently, shooing them away as if they were flies.
Right now, the siblings were drenched in rain, their clothes soaked. Zhang Yining had just fallen, and her body was covered in mud. They looked no different from beggars, no wonder they were mistaken for such.