It's not like Zhang Youhua has never thought about it, how could a boy who was about the same age as his grandson get his bag back from a strong young man
It was all her fault that she had to go to the hospital because of her illness. Now she only hoped that the boy could come back safely, and not let her youth go to waste because of her, an old woman.
She recalled the boy's firm tone when he said "I'll help you", as if the big problem was just a trivial matter in the boy's eyes.
Her expression was so serious and her tone was so determined, like a king who said exactly what she said.
Thinking about it now, she felt that she was really stupid and she should have stopped the boy at that time.
Zhang Youhua kept staring at the intersection, hoping to see the hem of the boy's clothes.
Time passed ruthlessly. She was anxious, panicked, and scared. She didn't dare to think about whether something might happen to the boy.
Just as she was about to call the police, a familiar figure broke into her field of vision.
It's him,
It's him,
that child,
She, she came back safely.
Thank God, she excitedly stepped forward to see if there were any injuries on the boy's body, and was gently supported by the boy.
"Grandma, please slow down and let me get it back for you."
The young man solemnly placed his bag on Zhang Youhua's palm, "Grandma, you have to hold it carefully this time..."
After saying that, he winked mischievously, as lively as a fox.
Zhang Youhua was touched and sad. This child had to suffer so much to get his things back. They, they clearly didn't know each other...
"Good boy, such a good boy..." Zhang Youhua's tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried hard to control her emotions.
"Grandma, don't be sad. I got my bags back and everything will be fine."
Yes, everything will pass. With the blessing of the young man, she believes that her grandson will get better soon. She believes that everything will develop for the best.
Everyone was infected by the warm spring breeze atmosphere, their faces and eyes were red, the blush was ashamed, and the eyes were touching.
They have lived for so many years, and they are not as good as a child.
Ashamed, ashamed...
Xiao Mo felt warm power coming to her endlessly.
The numbers on the goodwill album are skyrocketing.
[Ding—Congratulations to the host for successfully collecting 10,000 favorability points. The system was successfully opened and upgraded. I hope the host will enjoy using it.]
[Daddy, daddy, glutinous rice dumplings, I’m back! happy]
I'm so happy, thank God, thank the earth, thank the main system, and thank Dad. Not only is the glutinous rice ball back, but it has also been successfully upgraded, hahaha.
[Daddy, daddy, let Yinjia, this super invincible thunderbolt system, help you reach the peak of your life.]
[Are you still depressed because of social pressure? Are you still feeling inferior and timid because of your ordinary appearance? Are you being bullied because of your introversion? With Nuomi Tuaner, you will successfully reach the pinnacle of life. Getting rich overnight is not a dream. To be strong, seven times a night is a trivial matter. What are you waiting for? Come and worship the glutinous rice dumplings]
Xiao Mo, whose face was full of black lines, could understand what kind of ghosts were these. He reached the pinnacle of his life and became rich overnight. This happened seven times in one night.
"Nuomi Tuan'er, talk nicely."
[Yes, sir! ] Nuomi Tuan'er would probably give a standard salute if he had a body at this time.
There's really nothing you can do about this big living treasure
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