Xie Jingcheng's back molars were slightly itchy, so he ignored him and walked straight to the base of the tree.

He won't be stingy like a child.

There's no need to worry about it.

He can have dinner with Chaochao.

Chaochao stayed beside the little squirrel like a husband during childbirth, gently comforting it: "Squirrel, don't be afraid. Brother Jingcheng is a good person. We're here to save you. You'll get better soon."

Perhaps her comforting words worked, because when Xie Jingcheng reached out and put it into the cage, the little squirrel only let out a soft cry without struggling at all.

It lay obediently on the cotton wool, its fluffy tail swaying occasionally.

For the second-year high school students, once the cleaning task is completed, they can go home directly.

There was a pet clinic about 800 meters away from Yingchuan. After telling the driver, the three of them slowly walked towards the clinic.

A new restaurant recently opened on the street. The food is delicious, and business has been booming since it opened.

At that moment, a woman in a welcoming outfit at the entrance hurriedly grabbed a girl's hand. The girl seemed embarrassed, forcefully shook off the woman's hand, and ran away.

The woman's face showed disappointment, sadness, and exhaustion.

But when someone passed by, she immediately put on a smiling face and invited them in for a meal. When Yu Ci approached, the woman's gaze unexpectedly met his, and the smile that had been on her face froze, replaced by a deep fear in her eyes.

Yu Ci's cold, emotionless gaze swept over her.

Her husband was in prison, and she worked two jobs to raise her daughter single-handedly, but was still looked down upon. Before she was even forty, fine lines had accumulated around her eyes, and her face showed an undeniable weariness.

No one would associate the weathered middle-aged woman before them with the well-maintained and virtuous wife she was just a few years ago.

The woman avoided his gaze as if trying to escape.

Yu Ci smiled softly.