The morning hours passed in the blink of an eye.
Wu Gang had never been so busy before, feeling sore and pained in both his hands and back.
Wang Yanli stayed by Wu Gang's side the whole time, watching his hardworking appearance and couldn't help feeling distressed.
"Xiaogang, are you alright?" Wang Yanli asked worriedly, and then poured him a glass of water.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Wu Gang shook his head. After drinking the water, he moved around to ease his tiredness and said with a smile, "I'm used to it, this is nothing for me. It's the aunties in the village who are really working hard—that's true suffering!"
"Ah, such a hard life for a child!"
After hearing this, Wang Yanli felt even more heartache.
Seeing her reaction, Wu Gang quickly reassured her with a smile, "Auntie, it's alright, haven't you been taking good care of me all these years?"
The more considerate Wu Gang was, the more distressed Wang Yanli felt.
