No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1837: Golden Lotus Extra (14)

If calling doesn’t work, it’s time to go out with a feather duster to find someone.

Hannah was hiding under the bridge, watching people walking over it, feeling down and muttering to herself in a small voice, "Why hasn’t Hannah come to find me yet? Has she forgotten?"

Guinevere was just pulling her son back home, scolding him as they walked, "Who told you to play in the mud? Look at your clothes and that face, aren’t you dirty?"

Eight-year-old Joe, who was about to start third grade this school year, explained for himself, "It was Daniel’s idea, everyone went, and if I didn’t go, I’d lose face!"

"Fine, you care about face, huh?" The feather duster in Guinevere’s hand landed on Joe’s butt, "You care about face? You’ll wash your clothes yourself when we get home!"

"I’ll wash them myself, fine!" Joe puffed out his chest, and seeing his mom about to bring down the feather duster again, he took off running.

Guinevere stood there with hands on hips, furious, "You little rascal, just wait till we get home!"

Hannah watched this scene from under the bridge, quietly touched her own behind, and recalled the last time she transformed into a human.

She had caused trouble too, but Hannah never hit her.

Seeing it this way... she’ll reluctantly forgive Hannah for not coming to find her!

"Hey! Isn’t this the dog from Hannah’s family?" Aunt Bloomy parted the weeds in front of her.

Seeing the woman’s face suddenly magnified, Hannah’s fur stood on end in fright, her eyes wide open.

Aunt Bloomy found it amusing, "The dogs from the city sure look fancy, they’ve got noses, eyes, and their fur is even curly, wow!"

"Woof!" Hannah barked, trying to scare the woman away. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Who knew Aunt Bloomy wasn’t scared at all and picked up Hannah, just like handling a litter of newborn puppies, "Out so late and not even going home, lost your way?"

"Woof!" Put me down now!

Aunt Bloomy laughed, her eyes squinting into slits, but she was kind, "I’m just heading back, might as well take you along, our village isn’t that big, but newcomers can easily get lost..."

Saying this, Aunt Bloomy began to walk back.

Hannah, feeling utterly defeated, was restrained by the scruff.

No way, she had to find a way to escape; giving in so easily was just too disgraceful!

After struggling for a while, Aunt Bloomy, caught off guard, loosened her grip, "Hey! Where are you heading? I’m not a bad person!"

Hannah couldn’t care less, she bolted away immediately.

The sun had set, and the town didn’t have many streetlights, relying on lanterns in front of each household for illumination. The roads were narrow, with ditches on both sides.

Focused only on escaping, Hannah ran in a straight line and with a "splash," she fell into the ditch.

She ran quite a distance, and Aunt Bloomy, who didn’t see her fall, remembered she had soup simmering at home, so she went back, making a brief stop at Hannah’s door to mention it.

On her second day in Burley, Hannah, like the others here, didn’t close the courtyard gate at her house, just fenced it with a half-height wooden board to prevent Big Circle from sneaking out on his own.

Upon hearing Aunt Bloomy’s words, Hannah poked her head out of the house, "Aunt Bloomy, where did you see her?"

Hannah hadn’t returned yet, and she worried that she had gotten lost again.

During the second round of repair and transformation years ago, due to missing parts from the first generation, Hannah’s sense of direction was not very good, and she couldn’t see the road clearly at night.