C189 Even a Beggar Has More Money than Us

"Hen," Smoked Liu, his wrong thumb scratched the flesh of his palm. It was itchy, and his nose and eyes were sore and swollen. Tears rolled down his face before he could yawn, and he mumbled under his breath, "My head hurts, I'm going to sleep."

"Why aren't you sleeping!"

Liu Zaiyan pouted and closed her eyes.

"Mom, Mom!" Liu Qing pushed open the door and shouted