"According to Xu Zhensheng's account, among them, there are a few people who pay special attention to a teenage boy around twelve or thirteen years old? Although it doesn't show on the surface, the boy indeed benefits from their care."
Meng Yunzheng pondered over this statement.
Exiled to the southwest, life is already tough, they can't even take care of their own affairs, and yet find time to care for others?
The problem is, if this person were just four or five years old, unable to get enough food and looking pitiful, one might feel compassion and be excused.
A teenage boy around twelve or thirteen years old—unless he holds an unusual status, who would go out of their way to look after him?
Shu Yu clicked her tongue, "The information on this paper is quite overwhelming."
Thanks to Xu Zhensheng's meticulousness, otherwise, we wouldn't have discovered it.
"What should we do now?"
