Mianmian pinched Su Chaoyu's face, "Chaoyu, you guys hit him quite a few times, be good and listen to Grandma's words, let's not hit him anymore. He likes dogs just like you guys, but his dog has passed away, and he's already very sad. Let's not be mad at him anymore, okay? Grandma likes you~"
After finishing, Little Bun kissed Su Chaoyu's face several times, her big eyes shining brightly as she looked at him.
Su Chaoyu had never been coaxed like this before; he touched his face, stunned. After a while, he turned his eyes away awkwardly, "Okay, fine, since he likes dogs just like us, I'll listen to Grandma. I and Chaoyang won't give him a hard time anymore!"
A short distance away, Yang Xian watched the little grandchild and grandmother pair expressionlessly, his face inscrutable.
He hated being pitied!
So even when he was homeless, he had always relied on the work of his own hands to obtain resources for survival.