"Xiao Hui?"
Zhou Jiao nodded.
"It's quite possible, he was raised single-handedly by his grandfather."
These words were too sincere, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but smile. She had just returned, and while her mom was changing clothes in the bedroom, she briefly recounted those things to her.
"If it's really him, then perhaps he's hiding it from the old man; otherwise, the old man would have called me over a few days ago. In that case, for the child's safety, we should act like we don't know. Later, when he encounters something, you all should pay attention and take care of him."
"Yes, I also think so."
"I was so good to them over the years, at least there's someone who understands gratitude."
Even if she didn't fully agree, Zhou Jiao nodded along. As long as it brought comfort to her heart, was it really necessary to distinguish whether it was for interests or a bit of sentiment?
With her in the background, as long as her mom was happy, it was fine!
