"Little Brother, is this your home?" Beiting Huang lowered her head and tried to make her voice as calm as possible.
Bai Rong nodded vigorously and let go of Beiting Huang's hand. He lifted a dirty curtain and rushed in. As he ran, he shouted, "Daddy, Daddy, look who I brought back."
Beiting Huang turned around and looked at the path she had taken. This was clearly the slums of Danska City, and this house was slightly larger, but it didn't even have a roof or doors or windows. It was the poorest house in the slums.
A cough came from inside. Beiting Huang walked in and passed through the former living room. Under a shack made of weeds at the back, she saw Bai Rong's father lying on a bed made of wooden planks.