During this time, the real mother would have already been busy serving her parents or working tirelessly for her younger brother.
However, this time He Xiaobao was wrong.
Ms. Hetian came up to He Xiaobao, and without a word, lifted the firewood off his back.
"Mom?!" He Xiaobao was even more scared; could it be that his real mother finally found him useless, a waste of food, and was going to abandon him?
"Mom, here, there are some grass roots here, I, I won't eat rice, I'll eat these grass roots—"
So, please don't abandon me.
In He Xiaobao's beautiful phoenix eyes appeared a look of fear, with a faint glimmer of tears.
Seeing how frightened He Xiaobao was, Ms. Hetian was initially puzzled — this child, I didn't do anything, why are you afraid?
But quickly, from today on, with her mind becoming especially clear, Ms. Hetian understood.
Her son was scared.
