This was an inculcation from a mother.
In his memory, no one had ever said such words to him. The man who had given him life had only taught him one thing: if you want to be a superior person, you must be more ruthless than others.
No one had told him what it meant to repay kindness with gratitude, and no one had told him to take care of his health and work well outside.
Ye Cong looked up at the small yard. In the corner of the yard were tools for farming, washbasins and other things for washing face were on the ground by the well, and there was a long rope in the yard, it was used to dry the quilt.
Standing here, he could even see how Xin ya ran around the yard to help her mother when she was a child.
"Mom, didn't I send money back to my dad? Don't keep all the money with you and my dad,"Xin YA said as she went over to help her mother light the fire.
