"Old Director, where should I put these gifts?"
Ye Yuan opened the white car door, taking out the gifts he had bought while speaking to the old director.
The old director was startled when he saw the car full of gifts.
Most people who came here usually donated clothes their children no longer wore or toys they did not want.
There were really very few people like Ye Yuan who bought an entire carload of gifts.
"Put them in the inner room! I'll show you the way!"
As he spoke, he called out to several children standing inside the doorway.
"You kids, come help Uncle carry some things!"
With that, he led Ye Yuan toward the main room.
"No, no! I can handle it myself. Don't make the children help."
Seeing several children run out, Ye Yuan hurriedly waved them off.
After all, some of the things he had bought were rather heavy. He did not want the children getting hurt by accident.
"Hehe! It's fine. The children here aren't as delicate as yours. Don't let their skinny looks fool you—they're all incredibly strong!"
The old director burst into laughter as he spoke.
Ye Yuan saw a small child pick up a stack of clothes and run into the main room.
That pile of clothes did not look heavy, but it still weighed around seven or eight pounds.
An ordinary child would find it difficult even to carry it, let alone run with it.
Yet this kid ran incredibly fast. The old director had been right—they really were strong.
He had to admit, work went much faster when there were more people.
Even if they were only a group of children, they could not be underestimated.
It only took a few minutes for Ye Yuan's entire carload of gifts to