The bucket in Su Qingnuan's hand was instantly snatched away.
She stared blankly as the child ran off with the bucket, then said awkwardly, "I didn't expect… I'm not even as strong as a kid."
Fu Yihan glanced at her. "Amao has been working in the fields with his mother since he was little. How could you, a young lady, compare?"
"He's been working since he was so young?"
The child earlier didn't look more than eleven or twelve years old.
"Yes."
Fu Yihan pushed his wheelchair forward. Seeing Su Qingnuan still standing in place, he frowned slightly. "What are you standing there for?"
Snapping out of her thoughts, Su Qingnuan quickly followed after him.
"Mr. Fu, did you used to visit here often?" Su Qingnuan asked curiously as she pushed Fu Yihan further in, admiring the traditional courtyard and the antique furniture.
Fu Yihan nodded. "I used to come here often when I had free time, but after my legs got injured, I stopped visiting."
