It was not that she lacked the money to raise her children, but this was his biological son. Did he not miss him at all?
'Isn't he worried that I might be cruel and abuse your son?'
The siblings hugged He Cheng to prevent him from falling and getting injured.
"Mother, bird!"
"Fly, fly…"
Children were always carefree. Their happiness was very simple. They had to eat, wear warm clothes, be loved by their parents, be loved by their brothers and sisters, go out to play, have their own friends, and have some money in their pockets. They could buy anything they liked.
The roads in Xishan Village had been completely repaired. The villagers were digging bamboo shoots, chopping firewood, opening up wasteland to plant vegetables, and hatching chickens.
Everything happened according to Han Qiao's words. As long as there was good quality chicken, duck, fish, and meat here, she would accept them.