However, Zhao Hong could not help but wave her hand and refuse. She said, "This girl doesn't need to eat such good food. It will be a waste of fruit."
It was not easy to get fruits in this season.
Even adults did not get to eat it often, let alone children. They may never even get to taste it.
The little girl looked at the fruits in front of her with longing in her eyes.
She looked so eager to eat some.
When Qiao Mei heard this, she took another look and realized that Zhao Hong was not pretending to be polite but expressing her real opinion. Her gaze turned cold and her attitude changed.
"What's wrong with being a girl? Aren't you a girl? Didn't you give birth to this child?" Qiao Mei rebutted.
