"Xiao Changqing, are you called Xiao Changqing?"
Outside the door, a man saw another man sitting at the entrance threading a needle and was surprised for a moment, then realized: exiled people can not only thread needles, but even embroider without being questioned.
They are doing everything they can to survive.
"Yes, I am Xiao Changqing, but I don't know which Xiao Changqing you are looking for?"
"Are you the family of Doctor Xiao from the Capital, and are called Xiao Changqing?"
"That's me." Xiao Changqing replied straightforwardly; regardless of who they are or their intentions, as long as they mentioned his father's name, whether it was good fortune or disaster, he must stand up and face it.
The Xiao Family should not be looked down upon.
"Xiao Changqing, you have a letter from home."
At this moment, the Xiao Family couldn't stay calm.
"Is the letter from Shu City?"
