The siblings supported each other as they left the hospital. Although they were a bit disheveled, the smiles on their faces were genuinely sincere.
Returning home, Luo Qianqian saw her mother hunched over, wearing reading glasses, sewing shoe insoles by the window. For some reason, Luo Qianqian couldn't hold back her tears, which burst forth as she dropped her backpack and rushed over: "Mom!"
"Oh, be careful with the needle! This child." An Zilan looked at Luo Qianqian returning, her face lighting up with joy: "Did you think of coming back today because you're short on living expenses? I just got some new change and was planning to send it to you."
With trembling hands, An Zilan carefully took out a plastic bag from her pocket, inside were two bright red bills, along with some scattered coins.
She directly stuffed the two red bills into Luo Qianqian's hand: "If you're short on money, just tell us."
