Song Chongjin, however, never would!
He'd rather go up the mountain to pick wild fruits or vegetables to eat, never once venturing into someone else's vegetable garden to pluck their crops.
Thinking this, Wang Yongzhu felt that Song Chongjin was truly pitiable.
With the same frail constitution, the original had been spoiled without principle by her biological mother, while Song Chongjin had to support a family at such a young age, tsk tsk...
Song Chongjin was stunned for a moment, staring at the tomato in Wang Yongzhu's hand for quite a while before hesitantly reaching out to take it, "Thank you—"
When he took the tomato, he accidentally touched Wang Yongzhu's fingers, feeling that unlike men's rough hands, hers were delicate and soft, making his heartbeat skip.
He quickly tightened his grip on the tomato and withdrew his hand, feeling that the area where he had touched Wang Yongzhu's hand was warm.