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The biting cold wind blew against people's faces like gravel, pedestrians hurriedly walked on the streets, and the whole of Peiping was shrouded in the heavy snow. Chen Fang took her only five-year-old daughter and looked at each other in shock. She couldn't suppress her crying and cried while holding her skinny daughter. Li Yu's face was calm, and there was no trace of emotion that was affected by his mother's cries. The man couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a weird voice: "Should this be sold? It doesn't mean that the family of four has no food to eat. I'm afraid that the little son will starve to death, and the incense of the Li family will not be passed on. Are you selling your daughter to get money to spend this winter?"