The next morning, Jiang huailu woke up early, which was rare.
With dark circles under her eyes, she kicked her shoes as she walked out of the room, looking as if she had lost something.
"What's wrong, Lulu? You slept so early last night, but why are your eyes still so dark? it's as if you haven't woken up." Xia Shi was shocked. Lulu was usually like a pistachios, enjoying whatever he ate and playing with.
Why did he seem to have lost his soul today?
Madam Xia put down the handkerchief in her hand and hurried forward to pick Lulu up.
He realized that his daughter had lost a lot of weight. Her stomach was flat, and it was much easier to carry her.
The little girl's eyes drooped, and her hair drooped listlessly. She lay on her mother's shoulder without saying a word.
She was holding something tightly in her hand, which was contained in a small money bag. She held it in her hand and didn't allow anyone to touch it.
