Ji Yuanyuan stuffed the last box into the backseat.
Qin Mucheng closed the trunk and asked Sanji, "Do you come here every Saturday and Sunday?"
Sanji's face was a little red, probably because he had used too much strength just now, and his breathing was a little hurried.
Sanji shook his head, "It's not just on weekends. I come here when I'm free to earn some money to buy medicine for my mother."
For such a young child to come out to earn money, the family's situation must not be good.
Ji Yuanyuan was not that curious about other people's private matters.
After all, no one would feel comfortable opening the wound in their heart.
She thought for a moment and took out two hundred-dollar bills from her wallet. She handed them to Sanji and said, "Thank you for helping me move my things. This is your reward."
