Mr. Qian was startled, and immediately thought of Shangpo Village and the two children. He hastily put down the paper and pen in his hands and ran stumblingly toward the entrance of the Xiaxi Commune.
At that moment, Qiao Qingyu found herself in a bit of a dilemma.
Indeed, she had promised Sister-in-law Li she would take Xiao Hu with her, but she hadn't planned to bring Rongrong along.
She was heading to the wasteland, and the roads were still bad as the rain had only just stopped; she simply didn't have the energy to look after another child.
Yet Rongrong was silent, clinging tightly to her clothes with her little hand and looked up at her with her face lifted.
Though she was expressionless, Qiao Qingyu felt she could read a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.
He Xiuyu reached out to peel off his niece's fingers one by one.
