At present, he was the sole robust member of the He family. The family had numerous mouths to feed, and obtaining employment in the capital proved challenging. Consequently, he had spent some time mingling with refugees and beggars.
Little did he know that he would be ensnared in such a predicament, falsely accused of participating in a mob and subsequently thrown into prison.
A seven- or eight-year-old boy from the He family nestled behind his grandmother, his youthful visage bearing a persistent scowl. His innocent round eyes observed Qiao Mu closely.
Qiao Mu scrutinized the burly man, her attention catching a glimpse of the young boy before she queried Dao Seeking, "How many refugees like you are residing in the camp?"
