He furrowed his brow, shook his head, and his gaze seemed to plead, "Sister, I have no family, may I stay here!"
"What? This... this won't do, I can't even support myself, how can I support you!"
"I can support myself! And I can support you," the boy said, looking at Zhong Lingling with a determined gaze, as though he wasn't a burden to Zhong Lingling, but instead wanted to protect her.
"You? Support me!" Zhong Lingling pointed at the boy's forehead, both exasperated and amused.
However, ever since she was sensible, not even her father had ever said he would support her, and now this little boy had become the first person in her life to say he would support her.
"I'll take you in until your injuries heal," she said.
Zhong Lingling temporarily gave up the idea of calling the police.
After all, the boy in front of her was just a child, not an adult man, so there were no inconveniences of that sort.
Zhong Lingling tidied up the dishes and cutlery and strode out the door!