"Shencheng Orphanage…" Hong Dali looked at the signage with a heavy heart. Some of its paint had peeled away.
Speaking of which, the Shencheng Orphanage was established in the 1980s and was not that old. But because its location was relatively remote, not many people knew of its existence and few donations came in. They could only rely on the meager government funding to maintain their basic expenses.
Looking at its desolate state, Tang Muxin held Hong Dali's hand tightly. Her hands trembled slightly and her palms were all cold and sweaty. One could tell she was very nervous.
Hong Dali was kind-hearted. This could be seen from when he saved the poor child. Hence, when he said he wanted to come here, Han Songyang and the others did not think too much. They thought Hong Dali wanted to do some more good deeds.
However, probably only Tang Muxin and Li Nianwei could understand how Hong Dali felt.
