She had a realization, to let go of the child, and also of herself.
Li Qiao sat in front of her stall.
Some people would say:
"You're the kid's mom? So young? You don't look much like it, could you be the stepmom?"
"Feels like a stepmom, letting such a small child run a stall. Your family doesn't look like it's short on money. How could you be so cruel."
"Exactly, obsessed with money."
Before Li Qiao could retort, her second son said, "She's my real mom, my dad takes good care of her, makes her look young. What right do you have to criticize her, and what does my stall have to do with you? My great-grandma even praises me for being self-reliant. I think you're just jealous of my mom for having such a capable son, you want to put her down."
The eldest son silently gave a thumbs up.
Still, his brother was the one with the gift of gab.
As the older brother, he wasn't nearly as quick-witted.
Li Qiao's mouth curled into a smile, it was truly nice to have Baby's support.
