Under the moonlight, one could clearly see a small red mole on the little child's palm.
A big hand and a small hand were walking forward hand in hand.
Du Jiaojiao looked at their backs, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing into a line.
She didn't know whether the child's appearance was a blessing or a curse.
"Uncle, does Aunt not like me?" Du Siyan looked up at Uncle Du.
Before entering the Orphanage, Du Siyan had been adopted by a family.
But for some reason, he was sent back to the Orphanage.
So he was a bit sensitive.
He was afraid of being sent away again.
"This isn't something you should be worrying about."
Uncle Du continued, "Starting tomorrow, a teacher will come to the house to teach you to read and write, laying the groundwork, and once we return to Shanghai, you'll go to school there."
"Okay." Du Siyan nodded, "Uncle, this is for you."
