"what else can i do?" " it's my fault, " grandma said helplessly. " i didn't teach my child well. when people come to beat and scold me, i can't even refute them. "
looking at her grandmother, who had her back to her, song qincheng could not say any more comforting words.
she stood up and put the lunch box back on the bedside table. " "i'll put the porridge on the table. if you're hungry, you can bring it over to eat."
"what's there to eat? it's better to just go like that and not be a burden to you."
song qincheng clutched the lunch box tightly, feeling upset.
at this moment, the caretaker came back from outside.
hearing grandma's words, the caretaker helped to comfort her. " "the child is filial. you have to understand her. when you were in the operating room, she was waiting outside. where else would you find such a good child?"
grandma didn't say anything else.
