Nowadays, with both his parents gone, only he was left all alone. If the boy in front of him was taken away by his family, he would once again become a solitary person.
"The woman who gave birth to me would rather see me dead; they won't come looking for me. Even if someone does think of me because of our blood ties, I wouldn't follow them."
Feng Yi's gaze grew colder and more detached: "I've already severed ties with that family, and I will never return in my lifetime!"
"As long as you don't leave, you can stay at my house as long as you like."
The tension eased, and Mo Yan changed the subject: "Scavenging isn't reliable; we need to think of another way to make a living."
Currently, recycling stations were under governmental control, and even if they wanted to collect scrap, without a government-issued permit, those who had trash wouldn't dare sell it to them.