Pingping furrowed his brows, seriously rejecting Qiao Jing's offer.
"Sister Qiao, we really don't need you to buy more for us, we already have new clothes."
Qiao Jing pursed her red lips.
"Pingping, and Anan, there are some things I want to say to you."
The two kids stood up straight subconsciously after hearing Qiao Jing's solemn tone, looking at her with nervous expressions.
"Yes! Sister Qiao, please speak, Pingping will listen attentively."
"Anan will listen very attentively too!"
Qiao Jing squatted down to make eye contact with the two kids and began to speak earnestly:
"Pingping, Anan, you're no different from other kids. You can also have new clothes, eat delicious food, and in the future, you can go to school at the welfare institute, so don't feel inferior."
She didn't want to see the kids feeling inferior because they were homeless.
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Pingping was startled and stared straight at her with his big eyes.
"But we..."