052 Song Xiaoyu has a good impression of Qin Youran

The little girl's long-held-back tears fell all at once.

Each sob sounded infinitely wronged.

Don't think that Song Xiaoyu understood nothing. The favoritism of her parents couldn't be fully represented by just these two rooms, could it?

In the village, the uncles and aunts would help her out when they saw her young age, yet burdened with managing the household and working in the fields.

Everyone was very kind...

Except for her parents...

She cooked, she farmed, she fed the chickens, yet she was always the last to eat...

She wept profoundly.

Qin Youran was the first to react, stepping forward to embrace Song Xiaoyu and gently coaxed, "Xiaoyu, don't cry. Everyone is just worried about the safety of that room, it doesn't mean that your dad and mom don't care about you."

[Could Qin Youran possibly take a look at what she's saying? Living in such a poor room, yet claiming her parents care about her?]

[My values seem to be getting shaken up…]