The old lady was torn between tears and laughter, touched her head helplessly, "It's wrong to bully the weak while fearing the strong, but there is a reason behind it, and you shouldn't suffer loss. Actually... you didn't do anything wrong."
The little girl tilted her head slightly, half understanding, looked at her, grinned, revealing deep dimples, somewhat adorably naive.
The old lady was melted by her smile.
Upon the old lady's inquiry, it was revealed that the old house was a small building built by a rural family, constructed by the little girl's grandparents. The little girl's father had many siblings, but because he was born both deaf and mute, he was not favored and was most disliked, arranged to live in the cold and gloomy basement.
Now, the little girl and her father still live there.
The old lady couldn't bear it, immediately said, "I have several houses in this community, you and your father can move here, I'll give you a key."
