After the children had something to eat, their youthful spirits quickly returned following a brief period of sorrow. They started laughing and playing among the tents, their voices bringing some joy to the otherwise desolate area.
Jiang Cheng and the others earnestly lent their help to the villagers, offering both financial and physical support. These villagers were deeply moved, their gratitude apparent in their words. When no one was watching, they quietly wiped the tears from their eyes.
Amidst the busyness, time passed swiftly, and before they knew it, night had fallen.
Jiang Cheng lifted his head, looked into the distance, and threw something from his hand away.
He was very angry.
The so-called promises from Delmar were nothing but empty words—a promised compensation and relief funds that never materialized.
