"How did you get the scars on your arms?"

When Xiaocao heard this, she quickly hid her hands behind her back.

"If it wasn't the fat shopkeeper who beat him, then it was his wife or son?"

Xiaocao raised his head in surprise, glanced at the young gentleman, and then quickly lowered his head.

"It seems so. When my brother asked you just now, you didn't dare to answer the truth."

Xiaocao's head was buried even lower.

"Because we are just travelers. We can save you for a while, but we cannot save you for the rest of your life."

Xiaocao hummed softly.

"If you had told the truth just now, you would have been beaten even more severely after we left."

Xiaocao sobbed softly. Although she didn't have enough to eat at home, she had never been in such a situation.

Huang Yueying sighed, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"How old are you?"

Xiaocao didn't answer.

"Thirteen? Or fourteen?"

"Is it possible that it's fifteen?"

As title.

Chapter two today.

Ask for all kinds.
Chapter completed!