"Comrade, please help me, if you don't help us, my son and I will have to sleep on the streets, and my son is still so young..."
The young woman began to cry with soft sobs, while the little boy clung desperately to Su Xiaoxiao's leg, refusing to let go.
Su Xiaoxiao tried hard to shake them off, but their grip was too strong, and she couldn't break free.
The crowd around them continued to grow.
"Oh dear, it's so pitiful. Comrade, why don't you help this mother and child?"
"Indeed, they're pleading with you so humbly, how can you be so cold-hearted?"
"Yes, yes, the child is so young, truly pitiful."
Su Xiaoxiao frowned; she had always been most annoyed by moral blackmail.
This woman got herself into trouble, what's it to her?
If she had explained the situation nicely, perhaps she would have considered helping.
With moral blackmail, sorry, she had no morals.
