The boy still had a smile on his face, and he naively thought that his gratitude would be conveyed immediately. He went back with his mother contentedly, but he turned around and said to Ethan Yuan and Xie Zhi, "Actually, I lied to him. I just wanted to see if he really thanked Uncle Yang. Am I a bad person?"
Ethan Yuan had no comment.
The boy sighed, "Fortunately, it turns out that many people still have consciences." He turned over the back of the painting and found an envelope stuck to the back of the painting. Inside was a long thank-you letter written by the boy's mother, and there was also a bank card.
Unlike the naivety of the little boy, the boy's mother knew the old man's situation. The money in this card must not be much, but it was her best effort to express her gratitude.
"Six people, this is the last one." The young man took out three more letters from his pocket and weighed them over and over in his hand for a long time.
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