Mei Hanqing didn't go to play with the children at the welfare home; instead, she found a quiet corner to sit down, holding her head, appearing as helpless as a lost little girl.
Although the welfare home had been expanded and was much bigger than before, Ming Yue still found Mei Hanqing with ease.
After reaching Mei Hanqing's side, Ming Yue squatted down slowly next to her, took out his big pipe, filled it with tobacco, lit it, and began to smoke gently.
"Girl, don't cry. There's no obstacle you can't overcome!" Ming Yue softly comforted her.
"Beggar uncle, I really didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it!" Mei Hanqing said with a choked voice.
"I know!" Ming Yue said in a light tone, "Feelings, you know, are very magical and feel guiltier than money does!"
"It's not something you can control if you want to, so don't blame yourself too much!"
"But the old director..."
