Wang Yutang remained silent, his eyes a little hollow.

Whether he was disappointed or thinking, no one could understand.

"Don't the Wang family have me, my brother, and my little sister?

What is the last word?"

In the hall, a boy of thirteen or fourteen stood up.

"Brother, I'm going to paint."

A girl who was half shorter than the boy threw herself into the boy's arms.

"Father, mother, what does it mean to have no queen?"

Another boy, about ten years old, looked in the direction of the main seat for a moment.

The woman took a deep breath and looked at her three children.
Chapter completed!