Before Mo Yan could speak, Fang Xiaobao rushed over and shoved them aside.

"What are you doing? Her mother must have gone to work. You don't know anything and you're just talking nonsense. You've gone too far. You're not good kids."

Seeing Fang Xiaobao's chubby appearance, the children knew they couldn't beat him and ran away.

Fang Xiaobao turned to look at the little girl, who was wearing tattered slippers and ragged clothes.

"My mother will definitely come back," she said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, your mother will come back. They said my mother ran away with someone, but she didn't. She went to earn money for me. Your mother will come back too. My name is Fang Xiaobao. What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Fei..." Liu Fei looked up, tears and snot mingling together, "Will my mother really come back?"

Fang Xiaobao didn't mind; he felt that this little girl was just like him.

"Yes, I will come back."

"So you're Liu Fei. I'm your mother's friend. She sent me to find you. Where's your father?"

Didn't they say there was another father?

Liu Fei lowered her head sadly, "My dad takes care of my younger brother at home."

Hearing this, Mo Yan understood; her father had probably remarried and had another child. "Auntie, are you really my mother's friend?"

"Of course, I'll show you this."

Mo Yan took a small flower out of her bag. "Look, this is something your mother asked me to give you. She said she promised to buy you this flower. Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, this is it." The little girl was crying very hard, and Mo Yan took a tissue to wipe her nose. "Auntie has something to do right now. I'll come to see you this afternoon to talk to you about your mother. Can you go home obediently?"

"I'm afraid of getting beaten up."