Yang Ruoqing came over, took Ping'er's hand and walked out, saying as she walked: "You don't know what to do, you have to go to great lengths to wait until she gets used to this problem, ignore her, live or die, whatever she wants, we have a clear conscience.

!”

Ping'er staggered and was dragged out of the house by Yang Ruoqing.

Huahua pulled down the quilt a little, exposed one eye and looked towards the door, and saw that she was really the only one left in the room. She was so angry that her chest swelled and hurt, and she turned over holding the quilt and started crying...

Yang Ruoqing dragged Ping'er outside to the yard in one breath.

In the yard, Ping'er's little girl was sitting on a stool and eating fruit candy. When she saw Ping'er coming out, the little girl immediately got up and came to Ping'er, and handed over a piece of candy with her little hand.

"Mom, eat some candy, Aunt Qing gave it to me."

Childish voice, eager little eyes.

Seeing that Ping'er didn't pick up the candy, her fleshy little hands clumsily helped Ping'er peel off the outer candy wrapper.

Standing on tiptoes, she tried her best to bring the candy to Ping'er's mouth.

"If Mom doesn't want to eat it, you can eat it yourself." Ping'er said softly.

But the little girl insisted on feeding it to Ping'er.

"Ping'er, just eat it. It's hard for this child to know how to be filial to you at such a young age."

Hearing what Yang Ruoqing said and the child kept insisting, Ping'er had no choice but to lean over and take the candy fed by the child.

"Mom, is it delicious?" the little girl asked.

Ping'er narrowed her eyes and said, "It's delicious."

"When I grow up, I will buy a lot of candies for my mother to eat."

"Okay, mother, wait."

The little girl was very happy, "Aunt Qing gave me a lot of candies, and I kept them for my father and brother."

The little girl ran into the house to hide her candy.

Ping'er and Yang Ruoqing both looked at the little girl running away with soft eyes.

"I remember that when I first went back to the Yang family in Yuncheng, Huahua was as old as your daughter, about five or six years old. Am I remembering correctly?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

When Huahua was mentioned, Ping'er's eyes instantly darkened.

"Well, that's about it. She was the young lady at that time, and I was the maid. She had someone to take care of her food and daily life, so she wasn't too close to me."

Yang Ruoqing walked out of the yard, Ping'er followed behind. When they arrived at the door of the yard, Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er said in a low voice: "I'm still saying the same thing, over there at Huahua, you deliberately left her alone, and you beat her up and down. This is still lawless.

Got it!"

Ping'er smiled bitterly, "This child has indeed been spoiled by me. These days, no matter who talks to her at home, she doesn't pay attention to her, and she doesn't have a good look towards her sister. The little girl's favorite thing in the past was to be with her sister.

Together, I don’t dare to move forward now.”

"Qing'er, sometimes I really can't understand. Huahua wasn't like this before. We were dependent on each other at that time. She told me that she treated me as her mother, and I took her to marry her into Brother Zhou Sheng's house. What kind of housework did Huahua do?

He helped me with all the work, and later he helped me take care of my sister, why has it become like this now?"

Yang Ruoqing patted Ping'er on the shoulder: "People change. When they grow up, they see more things. Some people can maintain their original aspirations, while others will get lost."

"You've done your best for Huahua. Now it's up to her to figure it out. Life is such a long journey. If she can't figure it out, it's useless for anyone to help her."
Chapter completed!