Abu's puffed-up little face and round eyes glared at him: "I don't need you to check me. You're a bad person, and I don't want to see you."

Abu wasn't originally from here. He had been wandering here with his mother. To support him, his mother worked hard labor. Later, she fell ill and, lacking money for treatment, eventually died.

Abu became an orphan and had to beg for a living.

However, the harvest has been bad in recent years, and people are struggling to make ends meet. He himself is not even able to get enough to eat, so there is no extra food for him to eat, and he often goes hungry.

Later, he met Lü Silong, who took him home. He thought his good days had arrived, but he never expected that Lü Silong would make him lie.

Although he was young, his mother had taught him what he should and shouldn't do, and that he should have a sense of right and wrong.

"Are you serious? Then you can go. I will take good care of this child."

Although he didn't get the silver, Lü Silong still left with a smile.

Thinking that he would get his hands on them all in a few days, he figured he had some sleeping pills on hand, which would be more than enough to knock out a young girl and a child.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Cui Yulu bent down and tapped him on the forehead.

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't have pricked you with a long needle."

Abu blinked his big eyes at the meat bun on the ground, his face full of heartache: "What a waste of these buns, isn't it, sister?"

Cui Yulu, seeing his expression, guessed he hadn't eaten enough: "Tell me where that brother is, and I'll buy you more steamed buns."