Treasure Eye

"Xiao Bo, don't worry about home. If you send some money, don't send it all back. Take care of yourself, and I will take care of your dad!",A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he hurriedly replied, "Good, I'm coming!",When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.。