After Chen Wei'er answered a few more questions from the children, the children all rushed home. They still had to return and feed the grass they had cut to the pigs and chickens. Some of them still had to cook.
Chen Wei'er looked at the children's back, turned off the camera, and sighed worriedly.
"What's wrong?" He Xun touched his wife's hair. "Didn't you already prepare for this before you came? Moreover, after you answered the children's questions, they were obviously moved by your words. Take it slow, don't be in a hurry."
"But I still feel very uncomfortable," Chen Wei'er felt pity as she answered.
He Xun held his wife's hand and said, "Didn't you come here personally to experience this discomfort? Weren't you set on doing your best to give these children fair treatment? If you still want to do it, you must first not be affected by what is happening here."
"Why?" Chen Wei'er was puzzled.
