"What is it? Just speak up, if I can help, I certainly won't refuse."
The implications of Feng Shuanzhu's words were clear, if he couldn't help, he couldn't be blamed for not helping, especially in regards to the grain.
Feng Shuanzhu was aware of Feng Qingxue's family affairs, but every household had its own difficulties, he couldn't interfere with theirs.
Not only Sister Qingxue was starving and freezing, so many people had succumbed to hunger and cold that he had become numb to it.
Feng Qingxue smiled, then sighed, "It's not much, I'm asking you to pity Qingyun and me, and to assign us one of our production team's vacated decrepit houses."
At this point, Feng Qingxue wiped her eyes, which looked to others as though she was wiping away tears.
