"Little sister, can you tell uncle why you have to work before you can eat?"
The short policeman asked Pei Shuangshuang softly, as if afraid to startle her.
Pei Shuangshuang's eyes couldn't help but fixate on the bread, swallowing and saying, "Mom and Dad say if you don't work, there's no food.
If the work isn't done well, there will be punishment. I broke Mom's cup and have already been punished with no food for a whole day. Uncle, I can really do a lot of work, let me help you with it."
Pei Shuangshuang's voice was as soft as a kitten's, and her disproportionately large eyes looked at him with a pitiful expression that made one's heart hurt.
The two policemen frowned deeply, wondering what kind of rule this was, and how there could be parents who raise children like this?
Even homeless people aren't neglected by the government, let alone allowing a child to work for food in such an inhumane way.
