Qiao Qingyu glanced at He Xuerong, who was standing on the black soil, and thought that this little girl's claim to misfortune was indeed true; she was truly unfortunate to have such parents, let alone such a grandmother and aunt.
On the day He Xuerong arrived, when Qiao Qingyu was dressing her in the morning, she noticed bruises on the girl's arms.
And there was a faint smell of medicine, which made it evident that He Xiuyu had already treated her wounds. He Xiuyu didn't mention it, and she naturally wouldn't either, trusting that He Xiuyu would handle it appropriately, but it was truly unfair to the child.
But if one were to speak of luck, this child was indeed fortunate because she had an uncle who doted on her.
After a brief silence, He Xiuyu prepared to take He Xuerong to brush her teeth, wash her feet, and go to bed.
Unexpectedly, He Xuerong had somehow stealthily grabbed onto Qiao Qingyu's clothes.
