Chapter 9.1 - Part 1 What is Bankruptcy? (2/2)

I also knew that other children had beautiful clothes. She didn’t even have a taste of her own clothes.

As soon as she had to go out, she was wearing the old skirt that she had picked up from the garbage can. It was big and wide. She was short and looked like a mop on the floor.

When other children see her wearing it, they would laugh at her. They would laugh at her for wearing a worn skirt. They would laugh at her for being a little pauper without a new dress.

Other children also had lollipops to eat in school. Yinyin didn’t have any. Yinyin hid at home and works every day. That woman needed her to pour out the garbage after eating and wash her clothes.

YinYin’s small hands were short and inflexible, and when the clothes are not washed well, the woman would beat and scold her as a drag bottle and a door star.

After being scolded for a long time, Yinyin knows that it was not a good word. It was because she hated poverty. So the two uncles know that he hates her too.

But now grandpa doesn’t hate her, instead he likes her, her father’s mother, her grandmother also likes her, and father also likes her.

While grandpa was lying in the ward for surgery, grandma passed out, and Daddy became unhappy.

The more she thought about it the sadder she felt. And soon tears started flowing silently.

When Luo Sheng looked up, he saw that the face of the girl standing on the seat beside him was wet, and her face was covered with tears.

After realizing that he was looking at her, she hurriedly started wiping off her tears casually, and tried to block her reddened eyes from his sight.

“Daddy , Daddy don’t look at me, Yinyin didn’t cry.”

How big can a child’s hand be under three years old? Half of her face couldn’t be covered. Luosheng looked into her eyes.

The little dumpling was worried about him, she didn’t want her father to know that she was crying.

‘Daddy had been so sad, so tired, she can’t give him any more trouble.’

He took the little dumpling to his lap and rummaged in his pockets. He didn’t find the tissue, so he just wiped her tears off with his hands.

His warm big hand was wiping snivel tears on small fat face, Huang Mao on one side looked straight at his eyes, how clean is this guy usually?

‘I used to hate the crying of the children the most. I was so tired at first sight. Now I even wipe the tears and snivels of The most hated child with my own hands?’

Huang mao watched for a long time, his mouth almost couldn’t close, but he didn’t dare to say anything, so he just sat there watching.

He looked at his hand which was dirty, he wiped it on the coat that he was wearing. He wiped his hand back and forth till is was clean and spotless. The little girl’s face was clean. His hands were clean. But in the end, his coat fell victim.

Huang Mao: “…”