In the banquet hall, I was slowly returning, and there was a hint of grievance and fear in my voice.
Xiaoqing is very young, she doesn't understand the world of adults. She only knows that the dean's grandfather is being made difficult now. She can only defend the dean's grandfather in her own way, and fight for a lot of food and new clothes for the brothers and sisters of the welfare home.
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As she danced and sang, Xiaoqing's singing trembled and choked and unremittingly, but she continued her childish dance steps stubbornly.
Many people in the audience were crying.
Tonight is an unforgettable night for them, and they understand the sufferings of the world.
Ye Huan clenched his fists and suddenly roared.
"Enough! Xiaoqing, stop!"
Xiaoqing stopped and saw Ye Huan crying from the audience, she couldn't help but pursed her mouth, and the grievance that had accumulated for a night erupted.
"Brother Huan, I don't like this place, okay to take me back?" 1 Bu Qing cried.
Ye Huan stepped forward a few steps and stepped onto the bandstage. Looking at the old dean who was crying, Ye Huan's heart seemed to be rubbed hard by an invisible hand, and inhaled in pain.
"Old Dean, why bother with this! Why do you do this!" Ye Huan cried: "You didn't often educate us that we should be strong, be neither humble nor arrogant, no matter how poor or hard, we should be straightened, why should we bow our heads to them.
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"Old Dean, we won't reach out. We don't want their donations. I worked hard to do all this so that my younger brothers and sisters can have a complete and noble personality while not having to worry about food and clothing!"
Ye Huan turned his head and faced the countless powerful people in the audience, shouting in tears: "We are not begging for food! We don't care about your money! I won't raise funds from you in the future. Do you fucking love or not? This money,