The child of a poor family takes charge early, and the little girl perfectly embodied this principle.
For someone from the upper echelons of society like Su Xiyue, the girl's experiences were unimaginable to her, something she could never truly grasp if she had not lived through them, never knowing the hardships faced by ordinary people at the bottom of society.
"So young, yet shouldering the heavy responsibilities of family, it's truly pitiable,"
Su Xiyue's eyes flickered with a touch of sorrow, and she sighed softly.
"A poor family's child takes charge early, such trials will forge them, and they will eventually be reborn from the ashes and soar to great heights,"
Ye Chen squeezed Su Xiyue's hand, offering comfort.
Su Xiyue nodded, gripping Ye Chen's hand, and the two of them silently walked back the way they had come.
Back in the car, Ye Chen drove in the direction of the villa.