Lin Chuxia, "Our kindness is not meant to be used for moral blackmail. Besides, some people deserve to be treated with kindness, and some people you save and end up regretting, and you fall into the latter category."
These words seemed somewhat cruel for a child around ten years old.
But facing the boy in front of her, Lin Chuxia did not feel that way at all.
Even though the boy had started to shed tears, looking pitiful.
Lin Chuxia asked again, "Tell me, who sent you here?"
The boy wiped his tears, "No one sent me, I told you, I found out myself."
"Oh? Found out? You don't even know where your own mother went, and you could find us out? From the Northwest to Yan City is over a thousand kilometers, how did you find out?"
The boy tightened his lips and lowered his head again.
