Shen Meng, wearing an apron and holding her child, stood at the door. From time to time, she waved towards the sedan, her face a bitter smile.
Lord, the money we just received, it's all gone, all gone, all the joy has been in vain, sob sob sob...
"Mom, if you miss grandpa and brother, we can write letters, don't cry."
"Right, why did you become so sentimental just after returning to the room, Mom?"
"Mom, you still have your baby by your side, don't be sad, Mom. I can sleep with you tonight."
"Let's go home, Mom. Brother and I will take care of the dishes, you freshen up and lie down in the room!"
Ming Fang was very sensible. She pulled Mingyang and ran towards the house, thinking that her mom was already very heartbroken. She couldn't let her do everything alone at this time; they need to rest properly. They have grown up and can help with the housework.
Shen Meng quickly pulled her back, she was just a little bit heartbroken about the money, not yet truly saddened.
