Yang Ruxin shook her head: "You can't represent them, you can only represent yourself." These children may be young, but because they've always lived at the bottom of society, they've seen the cold and warmth of human nature. Therefore, they are not lacking in wits; otherwise, they couldn't survive. She wants to help them, but she doesn't want them to become her burden. Regardless of the time and place, she never acts as a pushover.
"I'll listen to you." Xiaoba suddenly stepped up, looking up at Yang Ruxin, "I'll listen to you from now on."
Yang Ruxin looked at this little girl, somehow reminded of Sini and Erya from earlier times. Similarly skinny and frail, yet both had a pair of bright eyes desperately yearning for love, making her heart inexplicably soften.
"If we follow you, would you sell us in the future?" Old Third frowned, looking at Yang Ruxin. She was ten years old, a girl, naturally aware of a girl's fate.
