When Su Ningyan heard An An say this, her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.
The child was still young, she had to support herself, plus the occasional illness that made An An go to the hospital that cost quite a lot.
She also didn't trust other people with An An, and hiring a nanny was also expensive.
The two of them scrimped on food, but even then, raising enough money for smuggling was no easy task.
"Mummy will work hard to earn money. Maybe by the Spring Festival, we can go home."
If conditions allowed, Su Ningyan truly didn't want to smuggle back to her country.
It didn't matter that she suffered, but An An was still young, she feared that her daughter would bear that punishment too.
"Mummy, can I help you?"
"Good girl, you don't need to worry about earning money. Pack all your toys into the box, and get ready to go to bed shortly."
The days were toughest and most bitter, but with the little princess, Su Ningyan didn't feel it that much.
