Dashun felt aggrieved, but Daji burst into tears with a loud cry.
Qiao Qingyu looked over at them, and this was the most typical case of making the neighboring kids cry out of sheer envy.
It's not an exaggeration, it really could make them cry.
Qiao Qingyu felt that they had already been moved to tears by envy, wondering whether she should spiritedly turn around, head home, and then go complain.
She also wanted to take this opportunity to meet Dashun and Daji's mother.
Regardless, He Xuerong's illness should not be carelessly spoken about, and Li Mingguang's father was certainly not a topic for her to discuss at home.
Especially not in front of the children.
This woman talked too recklessly; she needed to teach her a lesson.
Unexpectedly, the three children didn't move an inch.
Yu Jing's daughter was the same age as He Xuerong.
At that moment, she was staring eagerly at Xiao Hu and Rongrong, who were gobbling down golden, unfamiliar food beside the small dining table.