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At night, unable to find anywhere to go, Shen Fu returned to the park he had visited during the day.

He lay on the bench, lost in thought.

If he can't find a job or earn money tomorrow, he'll steal, rob, or cheat!

In short, as long as he could survive, he didn't care about anything else!

A head suddenly appeared on top of it.

Shen Fu was startled by a pair of big, round eyes.

The next second, he rolled straight off the bench.

He collapsed to the ground.

Shen Fu was still in shock. He looked up and saw that it was the little girl named Ning Wan from that morning.

"Brother, haven't you gone home yet?" Ning Wan asked blankly.

"What's it to you?!"

As soon as he said it, Shen Fu regretted it.

His long-standing experiences in the Shen family have left him unsure how to communicate normally with others.

He seemed particularly at a loss when faced with Ning Wan's proactive concern.

But Chen Fu didn't want to scare the little girl in front of him, and didn't want her to be afraid of him.

He opened his mouth, about to apologize.

But then the other person suddenly lowered their head and rummaged in the pocket of their jacket.

Finally, he pulled out a wad of tissues.

“Here you go!” Ning Wan smiled brightly at Chen Fu.

Shen Fu, bewildered, took it and slowly opened it.

Underneath a crumpled tissue was a large chicken leg.

The chicken leg was covered in sauce, which stuck to the paper towel.

It doesn't look very appealing.

Ning Wan smiled proudly and said, "We cooked big chicken legs at home today. These are specially saved for you, brother. Have some, brother."

Was it specially left for him?

Shen Fu's eyes flickered, unable to describe the feelings in his heart.

Even though she herself was not having a good time in that house, she still remembered and missed him, whom she had only met once.