Zhan Moxiao walked over, sat next to Ou Lan, and Bo Yi looked up, greeting him warmly, "Hello, Uncle."
He didn't understand what the Empire's Richest Man was, what a hero was, or what wealth and power were. He only knew that these two uncles and aunts had saved his life and were very kind to him.
Zhan Moxiao smiled and patted the boy's head, "Good boy."
At this moment, the orphanage staff said, "Mr. Zhan, Mrs. Zhan, we need to take Bo Yi back."
As soon as he heard the staff was going to take him back, Bo Yi tightly hugged Ou Lan, "Auntie, can I go home with you? I'll be very good, just give me a little something to eat, clothes don't have to be too nice, and I can even sleep on the floor."
Yes, nothing needs to be too nice, just having a home is enough, just waking up every day without being bullied is enough.
These words, spoken from the mouth of a four-year-old boy, made people feel heartbroken, and tears fell from Ou Lan's eyes again, "Do you want to go home with Auntie?"
