The little girl was not only barefoot, but her pants were also significantly too short, revealing her thin, bony ankles and the knuckles of her feet.
Perhaps embarrassed by Shen Mingzhu's gaze, the little girl unconsciously curled her dusty toes.
Shen Mingzhu withdrew her gaze, landing on the little girl's pointed and thin face, "How old are you?"
"I'm 8 years old."
Zeng Fengxian hurriedly answered on her behalf.
Shen Mingzhu was somewhat surprised, for the girl looked so thin and small, she thought the girl was about Daya's age.
"Haven't gone to school?"
Zeng Fengxian immediately began to lament their poverty, talking about how the family had no money, how they had an extra child to feed, and how they were fortunate enough to have enough food to eat.