C35 Warning

For her teenage daughter, Dung Qiu could only offer this advice.

“I understand,” Gu Yingchu nodded, grasping her mother's meaning.

“Have some porridge.”

Dung Qiu lowered her eyes and suddenly pulled some money from her pocket. “You keep the money.”

“Mom, just hold onto it. We need to build a house. Since we're in the middle of post-disaster rebuilding