" What did you say, Xiao Ying? My son? The yamen officers are taking my son?" Old madam Lin who was howling on the ground immediately jumped up and stumbled to Xiao Ying, she clutched his arms and demanded, " Did you see it clearly? Was it really my son whom they were taking away?"
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!