If the woman only had a cold and fever, it would be fine for her to show kindness. But if it was a terminal illness, spending more money would be a waste. She is not at the point where she can squander money and help others without considering the consequences.

Suppressing his emotions, Meng Zhao nodded and dragged his heavy steps to leave. In the instant he turned around, he placed the two packets of braised meat next to the quilt.

The woman slightly parted her lips, as if she wanted to call out to Meng Zhao. The sound lingered in her throat, but she swallowed it back with difficulty. As soon as Meng Zhao stepped out of the alley, the little boy chased after her.

Her face flushed red, she buried her head, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, and stammered, "I...I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken your things. I...I heard that the food in your shop is delicious, and I wanted Sister Wei to have something good to eat before she left, so I took it from you. It wasn't because I thought you were easy to bully. I'm sorry."

Sister Wei had told him that no matter what situation he was in, he should never do anything against his conscience. Although he asked his dog brother for help and argued his way out of it, the things were still stolen by him, not picked up by him.

He had clearly taken her things, yet she still gave him the braised meat and covered for him in front of Sister Wei. He felt his behavior was increasingly unforgivable.

Seeing the child's apology, Meng Zhao's last bit of anger dissipated. She sighed and said, "It's alright, just don't do things like that again. If you encounter someone you shouldn't mess with, you might suffer a lot."

After saying that, Meng Zhao quickly turned around and went back. If she stayed any longer, she didn't know what she would do.