"It's my fault. I misunderstood."
After achieving her goal, she quickly got up from the ground and saw the things on the table from the corner of her eye. A cold look flashed across her eyes, but she pretended to be sad.
there's no more rice at home. Chengcai came back to see me two days ago and brought me something to fill my stomach ...
When father song heard this, he understood what she meant.
After a long silence, he looked at song qingxiao guiltily and took out a small string of money.
"Use this money to buy some food first ..."
Aunt yang took it without any hesitation and looked at the table again.
"That's ..."
It was sent by miss Zhang. Although father song didn't hear what miss Zhang said, it wasn't hard to guess.
Aunt yang was like a family member. She took a step forward and uncovered a corner of the handkerchief.
There were several pieces of pastries stacked inside, which looked extremely exquisite.
