"Your family has quite a lot of kids." Bowen curiously sized them up as he asked, "Aren't you cold dressed like this outside?"
Zhang Wu smiled bitterly. "These are all the clothes we have."
How could they not be cold? If Mu Yangling hadn't woken them up, they might have already become corpses.
Zhang Wu and Zhang Liu were from the village where they stayed earlier. Their parents had died when they were very young. First, Zhang Wu's parents passed away when he was six years old, after which he was raised by his uncle, Zhang Liu's father. However, in just three years, Zhang Liu's father died when he went out to do hard labor. Zhang Liu's mother raised them for two years before committing suicide due to hardship when Zhang Liu was nine years old.
