It hasn't even been a day, the money earned is already what my partner makes in a month as a laborer.
At this time, a laborer earns just under fifty yuan a day.
Wu Qian has already run toward that small grave.
As soon as she arrived, she knelt down on the ground, crying out loud, "Mom, Mom, I shouldn't have let you come back, shouldn't have let you come back, shouldn't have let you come back......."
Her miserable voice was truly frightening.
The middle-aged woman, upon hearing this voice, knew immediately that this must be Wang Limei's daughter.
It was well-known that Wang Limei had been divorced and hadn't visited her parental home in over a decade; everyone said Wang Limei was heartless for never returning, but now it seemed there must have been some reason.
Perhaps it was Zhang Juhua who wouldn't let Wang Limei come back, it must be so.
