"No, my mom said that they didn't touch the money I sent back. My dad donated some to the college at the foot of the mountain to improve the doll's food,"Xin ya said and directly jumped into the central room because it was too cold outside.
Ye Cong followed her in and watched as Xin ya helped Xin Ya's father move the stove into one of the small rooms.
Ye Cong:"..."
This was probably for him.
This was probably the first time since ye Cong had grown up that he had been treated with such importance. There was no heating, no big meals, and no good environment.
But the current situation was that they had given their best to treat him.
Just like Xin Ya, this little fool, she always tried her best to do things and spared no effort to be good to others. This was a kind of family upbringing, and it was subtly instilled during the process of growing up.
