Su Xiaozhi calmly wiped the tears off her face and said gently to Madam Cao with an empty bowl, "Mother, rest well. I'll go out and take a look."
Who else would come to this house? Su Xiaozhi could not think of anyone else. Hu Daniu and Madam Cao were seriously ill. She borrowed money from her relatives because Hu Daniu had not recovered for a few months. Madam Cao's eyes had not recovered, and no one in the family was willing to borrow money anymore.
They even distanced themselves from her family.
Who else would come to their house?
Su Xiaozhi was puzzled when she heard a familiar voice.
"You must be Shuangshuang. I'm your third uncle. This is your third aunt. Where's your mother?"
Su Sanlang looked at the thin Hu Shuangshuang and his heart ached. He spoke gently to Hu Shuangshuang.
Madam Zhao's expression was gentle and tender.
