The memory of a five-year-old child is already strong; this is why Uncle Liu and the others are unwilling to move.
He is afraid that if his daughter comes back one day, she won't be able to find them.
It's not because the money given by the Huo Family isn't enough; the Huo Family has given a lot of money.
"Let them go to the police," Huo Shaohua refused coldly.
"Don't be so stingy," Tian Xingyun stepped forward and grabbed Huo Shaohua's hand, trying to prevent him from leaving angrily.
"Are you an idiot?"
"Why are you calling me an idiot for no reason?" Tian Xingyun frowned. Was she really stupid? She didn't think so.
Huo Shaohua raised his hand and flicked her injured forehead, "They hurt you, so why should you help them?"
"I'm not helping them; I'm helping my husband."
"Hmm?"
