He curled his lips into a smile and waited for song qingxiao's response.
She remained silent and did not speak. The child's upturned lips slowly fell back.
The anticipation in the child's eyes dimmed, and a hint of panic appeared on his swollen and deformed face.
After a long while, he hurriedly pushed away song Qing's small hand and limped towards a corner of the cellar.
"Mother, mother, come here."
He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and forced out a smile, attentively moving the jars.
"There's a lot of food here. It's enough for me and my mother to eat for a long time."
He was like a puppy, desperately trying to show his loyalty to his master, and she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
"I won't let mother go out and be humiliated by others. I, song seven, will beg for food and support mother."
"Mother. There's so much food here, it smells so good!"
He was as busy as a bee, moving things back and forth.
