"I want to stay." Ji Zhao smiled sincerely. "Don't worry, I'll think of a way to repay the money I owe the Shen family."
"This is not a long-term place to stay after all," Shen Yao said softly. There was no warmth in his black eyes.
"I'm afraid that when I go back, Grandmother will sell me again." Ji Zhao lowered her eyes and voiced the worries and concerns in her heart.
She had read the original novel. The original host's adoptive grandmother, Madam Xie, was not easy to get along with.
"If it wasn't for Mother's kindness, I'm afraid Grandmother would have already promised the broker that she would sell me to the city to be a maidservant." A bitter smile appeared on Ji Zhao's face. "Now that there's a drought, several families in Pomegranate Village have starved to death…"
Shen Yao fell silent.
In the year of disasters, the people who suffered were always the most ordinary people.
