บท 67: Chapter 67 Ye Qing

Su Dai hesitated for a second, her gaze flickered to her husband, and she said softly,

"Little friend, auntie doesn't have any sugar, oh."

Seeing the child's hollow-cheeked, sallow, and thin figure that obviously hungered, she actually felt somewhat distressed.

But seeing her husband's frown, it was clear he was indicating that they couldn't give any right now.

With so many people around, opening this can of worms would lead to unpredictable consequences.

Moreover, sometimes people can choose to be kind, but they shouldn't choose to be brainless.

"Xiao Su, you don't have sugar, but others do!" A white-haired old man spoke with a tremble.

He said this while lifting his dragon-headed cane to point at the half-bag of White Sugar sticking out of Tian Jiliang's hands.

Tian Jiliang did not expect to be innocently cued up and without a second thought coldly refused,

"Uncle Zhang, sorry, I can't give it to you!"