The child was dirty all over, and his face was gray. He was very thin, and it was obvious that he was malnourished. Beside the boy stood a slightly taller child. The child's hair was a little long, and he looked like the crippled boy's brother.
The disabled boy knelt on the ground while the brother sang with the microphone.
His brother's singing was really good.
Seeing this disabled child, Fang Taoran frowned subconsciously.
She had never seen such a dirty child.
It turned out that there were such people who had difficult lives in this world.
For a moment, Fang Taoran seemed to be more sensible. She understood that not every child in this world was as happy as her. She could live a carefree life after being born.
The boy was carrying a bag on his back. There was a piece of paper in front of him with many words written on it. Fang Taoran did not recognize those words. She looked at Qiao Jiusheng in confusion. "Mom, what's written on it?"
