Outside the crowd, more people came.
When everyone looked, they found that it was Yin Tian, the owner of the teahouse on West Street.
The Yin family has run a teahouse on West Street for decades. In addition, they also own several money houses, making them the leading family.
The people in West Street respected him very much, and therefore, he would take care of the villagers in West Street more often on weekdays.
Just like Aunt Sun.
It was the Yin family who asked the little boy to help run errands today, and they also wanted to take the opportunity to help Aunt Sun.
But I didn’t expect that such an accident would happen after the child took the money.
Later, the servants of the Yin family heard about this, and Yin Tian hurried here after knowing it.
On the way, I heard that Aunt Sun's grandson was found too late, and even Doctor Chang was helpless.
Along the way, Yin Tian kept blaming himself. If such a young child had an accident just to earn that penny, how would Aunt Sun survive?
Thinking of this, Yin Tian's face became even darker.
Everyone watched and dared not say a word.
"Auntie Sun."
Seeing Aunt Sun, who looked very old, Yin Tian quickly handed over the purse he had prepared in advance.
"Auntie Sun, I just found out about this. It's also our Yin family's fault for not doing enough. If we had known earlier, we should have asked the servants to send Maotou back."
Of course, Aunt Sun knew that the Yin family couldn't be blamed for this. Seeing Yin Tian's expression, she quickly waved her hands and said, "Master Yin, I'm not an unreasonable person. This is the little boy's fate. You can't be blamed for this."
Hearing Aunt Sun say this, Yin Tian felt even colder.
I'm afraid the little brat is gone.
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