Early the next morning, Kong Mengjie went straight to Dehong's house. She bought breakfast on her way. The family of four, except for Kong Menglin, who was still sleeping soundly, was up.
Upon seeing the fried dough sticks, she was overjoyed and sat down to eat.
Kong Zhongyou was not fond of such a daughter, but without comparison, there was no harm; she could only be this way.
"Mengjie, today we should go to the committee and find a way to take the three kids away. I thought about it yesterday; your second brother can't be rescued. Your mom and I will take the kids back home, and you keep an eye here."
"Dad, I think we should meet Meng Xiu Fen today."
"That's fine, let's try. By the way, Dehong and Menglin still have jobs and need to go to work later."
"Dad, I can't go. It's too uncomfortable; everyone looks at me with strange eyes."
Kong Zhongyou glared, "If you don't go to work, then go back home with us and farm."
