"Good boy, don't cry. All you can do now is wait." Feng Qingxue tenderly touched his head regardless of the dirt, "Your grandmother is sick? Could you take me to see her?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianqi happily nodded.
The child was hovering around the entrance of a waste recycling station, so his house was certainly nearby. It didn't take long to walk there.
The living conditions of his family were a lot better than those of Uncle Xu and Auntie Xu. Their low stone wall enclosed a small courtyard, with three brick-tile houses standing firm inside it. There was a kitchen and a toilet set up on the side, and a well, too.
"Grandma! Grandma! I brought a sister to see you!"
As Zhao Tianqi shouted, he pushed the door open and ran into the house.