Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

"Zhong Yuying, you’re talking nonsense. Tian Sisi has ignored you for such a long time, she definitely wouldn’t have talked to you." Zhong Juying, having cast off her previous dull demeanor, loudly exposed Zhong Yuying. The most distressed about Tian Sisi’s disappearance was her. Zhong Yuying, however, did not panic. The longer time passed, the more calm she became, "How do you know Sisi wouldn’t want to talk to me? She just had a misunderstanding with me, and just now our misunderstanding has been cleared up, we are still good friends."

Zhong Juying wanted to say more, but Zhong MeiYing pulled her aside and signaled with her eyes not to say anymore. Without witnesses or evidence, no matter what was said, Zhong Yuying would not admit to anything. Right now, the most important thing was to find Sisi.

The Old Man did not listen to the little girls’ bickering. He followed the shallow footsteps to the edge of the pit and noticed that some wild grass had been trampled on. His heart immediately sank. Although he had heard of the tiger pit, no one really knew what the pit was actually like. If only...

At this moment, Granny Zhao also came over. Seeing the old man standing at the edge of the tiger pit in silence, she immediately began to tear up, "Old man, could Ah Nan have fallen into the pit? Ah?"

When the others heard Granny Zhao ask this, their faces also darkened. All Yuequan Village’s residents, young and old, were terrified of the tiger pit. Ah Nan knew of it too, so how could she possibly have come here? And how could she have fallen in?

At this time, Tian Sisi was lying at the bottom of the pit, completely exhausted, feeling a bit dizzy and thus didn’t hear the commotion above. The Old Man observed the position of the wild grass above the pit once more and had a fair guess. He then shouted down, "Ah Nan, it’s your grandpa, are you down there?"

While the Old Man lingered at the edge of the pit, Zhong Yuying’s heart sank. Seeing the Old Man shouting down, her heart lifted again. Her hands clenched tightly, veins bulging, as she consoled herself, thinking that it couldn’t be. Tian Sisi must have already died by now, and even if her body was found, no one would suspect her. With these thoughts, Zhong Yuying’s heart slightly settled.