Chapter 10: Who Doesn’t Know How to Cry?

Qin Jiao had already turned and walked into the courtyard.

The grand, tile-roofed house at the front was as magnificent as the small, shabby earthen hut at the back was squalid.

Qin Jiao only found out later that half the money used to build this grand house had been earned by her parents through migrant work.

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