Qin Ming looked at her reddened eyes, and raised his head, keeping the tears from falling.
He then stretched out his hand to her and said hoarsely, "Get up, don't keep squatting, beware of numb legs."
Qin Shuang took his hand and stood up.
She had squatted for so long that her legs truly had gone numb, and when she stood up, her legs weakened, nearly causing her to fall.
Qin Ming timely supported her arm, and she regained her balance.
The street not far away was bustling with noise, but in this quiet little alley, it seemed as if those sounds were shut out, leaving only the faint chirping of insects.
After a long silence, Qin Ming let go of Qin Shuang's arm, leaned casually against the wall behind him, and said indifferently, "What else could it be? Can't you guess at all that you're not your parents' biological daughter? Qin You is their child, you were adopted. They raised you to trade for money, why else would they raise you for nothing?"