The Lin Guofu family watched as the duck they had in hand flew away, feeling as though their hearts were fried in oil.
Lin Guofu's elderly wife even sat on the ground, throwing a tantrum: "Oh, Clan Leader Brother! Why hasn't our family raised her? Ever since my second son was bitten to death by a shark, this brat was raised by this old woman with my own hands and hard work. At that time, she was as small as chopsticks. If I hadn't raised her, could she have grown up facing the wind?
Clan Leader Brother, you've wronged us! Look at the girls in our family, which one has clothes? My eldest granddaughter is already ten years old, the family is poor, she doesn't dare to go out because she has no clothes. Even so, my younger daughter-in-law still took the brat to the town to play..."
Little Qingyu heard her grandmother's sharp voice, and was so frightened that she hugged Lin Wanwan's neck tightly, burying her face completely in her neck.
She was her only refuge.
