Xiao Lingyu was a little disappointed in losing a friend like Jiang Tao. However, since they were not meant to be friends, then so be it.
She cheered herself up with the thought of Xiao Tong. She would have to watch her diet and body better. In her previous life, Xiao Tong was very obedient. He never made a fuss and was very lovable.
If not for a missing father and a mother who hated him, he would grow up happily and wouldn't die when he was only five. When he died, he was thin and malnourished. It was pitiful. In this life, she had to make up to Xiao Tong and give him a happy childhood.
When Xiao Lingyu returned to the village, she saw a large crowd at her house. Xiao Lingyu frowned and got down from the car.
"Chen Qiuying, why is it that everyone in the village can come to your house to pick up manure, but not my family?" A sharp woman's voice sounded in Xiao Lingyu's house. From her tone, one would think Chen Qiuying owed her something.
