“Mother.” A young woman in a simple outfit with a pale, weak face walked up to Cheng Zi Nan holding a lunch box. She seemed a little anxious because of the municipal police.
“Mother, are you all right?” The young woman asked worriedly.
“Zi Ning, why are you out here?” Cheng Zi Nan quickly ran towards her daughter. Her name was Cheng Zi Ning. She had been sick with a strange illness for the past several years that even famous doctors could not cure. It was good that an elderly Chinese doctor had recommended them some herbs that could slow the disease’s progress down.
However, the herbs were expensive. If they had still been wealthy, it would not have been a problem. Now, they had to save up 3 to 4 months of earnings to be able to make a single purchase.
“I was worried about you—that you would work until you forgot to eat again, so I cooked you some food.” Cheng Zi Ning smiled kindly. She was just like her mother, be it her looks or personality.