"Who is this 'uncle'?"
If it had been any ordinary little girl, Tang Mo would have lost interest in asking further.
In this day and age, who wasn't struggling desperately to survive? The men and women, young and old, sleeping on the lawns; the suggestive sounds from within the tents—life wasn't easy for anyone.
Xiao Mo, at least, could live in an apartment. She could enjoy air conditioning and wear a dress even in the coldest winter, which was already far better than what most people had.
"The uncle is my mom's boyfriend. Not long after we got to this base, my mom met him, and then she brought me to move in here." Xiao Mo's voice remained devoid of emotion.
Tang Mo recalled the woman who had greeted her. Though she looked weathered by hardship, her features were genuinely beautiful. Beneath her plain clothes, it wasn't hard to see her delicate figure.
Xiao Mo had inherited that from her mother.
