Thinking of this, he recalled the time when Chiang Xiao, just thirteen or fourteen years old, followed them up Bai Gu Mountain, chased by wild boars all over the mountains, learned to climb trees, learned to kill snakes, learned to forage for wild vegetables, dug for herbs everywhere, and even took the lead himself to negotiate with the restaurant manager about selling mountain goods. His nose turned slightly sour.
"Uncle, how has Little managed through these years, have you forgotten? She has worked so hard to overcome her hardships, diligently learned painting, competed fiercely, and wants to live a good life. We mustn't add more trouble for her."
"I didn't intend to trouble Little..." Chiang Songhai mumbled.
It's precisely because he doesn't want to trouble Little that he doesn't know how to handle this matter.
Xu Linjiang knew saying this might seem cruel, but he gritted his teeth and still decided to speak.
