The household has now hired a long-term worker, instantly enhancing the lifestyle quality of Chen Xiaoqian, the landlord's wife.
After directing the worker to buy the materials, the landlord's wife placed a gigantic sand tray on the floor at home, with the floor covered in soft mats, where she and Ye Xiaowei sat cross-legged, playing a sand tray game.
Ye Xiaoyu, with a headscarf and apron on, looked like a beleaguered little wife, cleaning furniture while casting sidelong glances at Qian.
Can playing with sand really cure illnesses? Is it really not just a ruse?
"Is it finished? Come, let Meiwei have a look..." Qian leaned beside Weiwei, observing the shape she'd crafted, her expression full of amiability but inwardly gasping.
This child's issues are already this severe...
