"What do you mean?" Liu Mei struggled to get up, kneeling on the bed.
The room hadn't been lit, her entire figure was hidden in the dark, her hair disheveled, extremely thin, and without arms, her entire upper body looked as terrifying as a wandering spirit.
"Aunt Ruan said that Jiaojiao got sick recently and used up all the money."
"Ruan Jiaojiao, that worthless wretch who should have died? She came too?" Liu Mei's expression was peculiar.
What happened to Ruan Jiaojiao three months ago had spread throughout Xiahe Village. When the Ruan Family still lived in the village, many people witnessed how favored she was there.
So when she had an accident, the entire Xiahe Village was discussing it, each with different thoughts.
But most felt regretful about it. The Ruan Family had been generous over the years, repairing roads in the village, helping them improve their lives, and many children had worn clothes sent back from the Ruan Family.
