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This family is so poor that even mice despise it.

Bei Yutang looked at the tattered and black quilt beneath him, which gave off a musty smell. Even the smell of this body was not very pleasant.

She rubbed her brows and caught a glimpse of a figure huddled at the door out of the corner of her eye.

"who?"

No one responded.

"Who's there?" Bei Yutang raised her voice a few degrees.

A small figure slowly moved out from behind the door. Bei Yutang looked in surprise at the skinny, ragged little guy in front of him. He was very small and looked to be only three or four years old.

The little guy seemed to be very afraid of her, his legs were trembling, and a soft and sticky sound was heard.

"mother."

Bei Yutang blinked, looking at the disheveled, skinny, beggar-like child in front of her. This must be the original owner's son. This family was truly extremely poor, so poor that they even raised their son like a beggar.

Looking at the little guy's thin and frail body, Bei Yutang felt a surge of pity in his heart.

"Come here." She softened her voice.

The little guy shuddered. Having endured long-term abuse from his mother, he didn't dare disobey her orders. He moved forward tremblingly. He knew his mother was very angry and would definitely beat him again if he went over to her.

He was afraid, but he didn't dare disobey his mother. If he didn't obey, his mother would beat him even harder.

Bei Yutang stretched out her hand to push away the hair that was blocking her eyes, but suddenly, her hand was empty, and with a "bang", the little guy fell to his knees.

"Mom, Gouzi was wrong." He lowered his head and his thin body was trembling.

Her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and she was stunned as she looked at the terrified little guy on the ground.

What is going on? !

Looking at the little guy kneeling beside the bed, trembling, even if I didn't know why, I could tell that the little guy was very afraid of his original owner.

Bei Yutang tried to soften her voice and said, "Hurry up, the ground is cold."

The little guy raised his head timidly, revealing a pair of big, dark, bright eyes on his dirty little face, looking at her timidly. The little guy's eyes were beautiful and bright, shining, and it was pleasing to look at.

He looked at the smile on his mother's face and was stunned. He hadn't seen his mother smile at him for a long, long time.

He blinked, as if to make sure that the scene before him was not a dream.

Bei Yutang saw desire in his eyes. She reached out and touched his little face. He was completely stiff and didn't dare to move.

He felt the warmth on his face, the feeling was real and incredible. He couldn't help but feel nostalgic for his mother's touch, which made his heart warm and comfortable.

"Dog, dog." Bei Yutang called out the vulgar name with some awkwardness.

Without the original owner's memories, I had no idea how they lived together, let alone where I was now. The first thing I had to do was figure out my current situation.

Suddenly, Bei Yutang felt a sharp pain in his head, as if something had drilled into it. The little guy saw his mother's face full of pain, her whole face wrinkled together, and she held her head in her hands.

The little guy was frightened, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he turned around and hurried out of the house. Soon he walked back into the house with a bowl of medicine in his hand. He didn't dare to get too close, for fear that his mother would get angry and smash the bowl of medicine.

He begged Aunt Wang next door for this bowl of medicine for a long time, and his legs were bruised from kneeling.