Suman: Let me die.
...
Only after they had mastered the sign language dance did Zhao Yumei let them go back to rest.
The welfare home is not very big, with only about twenty children. Naturally, there are no four-person or six-person dormitories. All the children sleep in one big room.
Because Xiaoman was young, everyone gave her the window seat and let her sleep on the lower bunk.
As soon as Su Man climbed onto the bed, Yinyin came over with a storybook and sat at the head of her bed.
"Xiao Xiaoman, lie down quickly. I'll tell you a bedtime story."
Su Man's expression was indescribable. "Well, actually, you don't have to tell me..."
"Once upon a time, there was a princess named Snow White..."
Well, it seems she has to listen.
Following Yin Yin's voice, Su Man began to think about tomorrow's action plan.
In the past, when kind-hearted people came to donate, Zhao Yumei would always act like a real person, taking care of these orphans with all her heart, just like her own mother. When she was deeply moved, she would cry out these children's tragic life stories and urge everyone to donate.
If you want to expose her, you can't just rely on words. It will easily be regarded as the nonsense of a child and will not be taken seriously.
Moreover, whenever outsiders came, Zhao Yumei would accompany them throughout the whole process and would not give them any chance to complain.
But she absolutely could not miss this donation. In Xiaoman's memory, not long after this donation, her adoptive parents would come to adopt her.
If she missed this, she wouldn't be able to save these children.
I have to think of a way, Su Man fell into deep thought.
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