C145 Smash Them

At that moment, the relatives' faces were etched with deep sorrow. They either wept in silence or sighed, wondering how they would cope in the days to come.

Among them was a little girl, about five or six years old, thin as a rail and dressed in a worn-out skirt. Her eyes were fixed on the fruit basket Lin Ying'er had placed on the cabinet, her mouth watering with longing.

Lin Ying'er