Xu Ruantang walked past him and prepared to go downstairs. In the quiet stairwell, a "cooing" sound rang out. She turned around and saw that the little boy's face was red.
The sound was coming from the little boy's stomach. It's lunchtime now, and he's so small, why is he sitting alone in the hallway?
Could this be Wang Xiuxiu's son?
Could it be such a coincidence?!
"Whose child are you?" Xu Ruantang squatted down and asked the little boy softly.
The little boy blushed, pointed to the closed door, and whispered, "Shh, my mom is sleeping, don't wake her."
Xu Ruantang looked in the direction he was pointing and found that it really was Wang Xiuxiu's house.
"You haven't eaten?" Xu Ruantang was startled.
This woman is really so heartless! Such a young child, her own flesh and blood, doesn't her conscience hurt?
"My dad will bring me dinner when he comes home tonight."
When his father was mentioned, the little boy's eyes lit up, and his face flushed with excitement.
Xu Ruantang put down the styrofoam box, took out the last bag of pastries and handed it to him, "Here, Auntie is treating you to some pastries! If you're thirsty, go to Aunt Liu's house next door and ask for some water, she'll give you some."
The little boy hesitated, not daring to reach out his hand, and stared timidly at Xu Ruantang.
The child, who is not even five years old, has eyes full of defensiveness and vigilance, and you can't see any childlike innocence at all.
Even Xu Ruantang felt a pang of sadness watching this, but she knew there was nothing she could do. She stuffed the pastry into the little boy's hand, opened the oil paper, pinched off a small piece, and put it in her mouth.
"Try it, it's delicious! Eat up, your aunt is leaving."
Fearing he wouldn't dare to eat, Xu Ruantang took a bite herself first.
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