In the car.
Tang Qing explained the situation of the girl they had encountered earlier.
Hearing this,
suddenly,
their sympathy began to overflow.
What followed,
were glances of admiration directed at Tang Qing, people who practiced good deeds every day and to such an extent were indeed rare. Five thousand names, equating to five thousand families, this would change their lives.
"Tang Qing, once you get this sorted out, I'll ask my dad to donate some too."
Zeng Rou,
unhesitatingly began to dig a pit for her dad.
Upon hearing this,
Tang Qing smiled.
"That's great, warmly welcomed, rest assured, every penny will have a specific use, and the donor's information will be disclosed to the recipients, but I won't make a big fuss about it."
He really feared being overwhelmed by requests.
Not fearing scarcity,
but fearing uneven distribution.
