Feng Qingxue withdrew her hand and patted the back of his dry, thin hand in return, "Let's go, let's go, hurry along now, this is not a place to linger. Children ought to head home obediently, and don't venture out unless it's necessary."
Xing Yushan wanted to say something more, but Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang had already walked away.
"Thank you, thank you..." Tears welled up in Xing Yushan's eyes as he murmured his gratitude for quite a while before running off.
He and his brother had been born to a pair of extremely irresponsible parents, who were often generous with others in need, but blind to the fact that their own children had been living in hunger since a young age.