With a full-time worker now at home, landlady Chen Xiaoqian's quality of life was significantly improved.
After ordering her new worker to buy materials, Chen Xiaoqian set up a huge sand table on the floor of her home. The floor was padded with soft cushions and she and Ye Xiaowei sat cross-legged, playing sand table games.
Ye Xiaoyu tied a headscarf around her head and put on an apron, looking like a wronged daughter-in-law as she wiped the furniture while casting a sidelong glance at Xiao Qian.
Could playing with sand really cure illness? Was she just being fooled?
"Is it ready? Let Sister Meiwei take a look..." Xiao Qian leaned in toward Weiwei to examine the shapes she had created from the sand. Xiao Qian's expression was friendly and approachable, but she couldn't help but gasp inwardly.
This child's problem is so severe already...
