Xiao Feng watched the little girl devour her noodles, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He had just felt danger approaching, and then the little girl and the old woman outside the door appeared. Could this be a coincidence?
But to say that the sense of danger was related to the old woman and the little girl, Xiao Feng couldn't find any evidence to support it, so he could only observe through details.
The bowl of freshly cooked noodles was finished by the little girl in less than two minutes, without even leaving a drop of soup.
The little girl put down the chopsticks, wiped her mouth with her dirty sleeve, and gave a deep bow to Zhao Xingfeng and those around: "Thank you, thank you, uncles and aunties, you are all good people. People from where we come from throw stones at me and my grandma."
Speaking, she bowed and retreated towards the door.
Her words seemed to touch a soft spot in the hearts of the crowd, with some girls even starting to wipe their tears.
