"Sister, don't listen to that old woman!" Du Juan'er gritted her teeth and helped Du Miao'er back while cursing Mrs. Luo, who had just come out to speak.
"How would she know about our difficulties?!
If we don't think of a way, won't we be sold by our stepmother?! Wouldn't that ruin the rest of your life?!
We've seen it over the past few days. Although this hunter looks a little ordinary in the entire refugee camp, look at his wealth. Moreover, when has he ever gone into the forest beside the camp and returned empty-handed?!
I can tell at a glance that he's capable! If you can marry him, it's better than marrying that old widower, right?!"
Du Miao'er pursed her lips and didn't say anything. How could she not know that her sister was telling the truth? However, judging from the hunter's attitude just now, he didn't seem to care about her at all.
But she couldn't give up.
