Listening to the old man, Gu Hao felt that the child named Xiaoyu truly had a bitter life.
"So, Uncle, how do you manage to get by?"
"We live on the monthly military stipend from my son, along with some help from relatives and friends. I'm getting old now, my health isn't good, and I can't do heavy work anymore. Sometimes I go out to pick up scrap metal."
Chapter 92