The Boxing Lesson on maternal love made mo Xiaoxin deeply understand the weight of maternal love.
After class, mo Xiaoxin sat in the living room with a swollen face and a bloody nose. He started to doubt his life.
His mother had obviously used a lot more force than before. Hence, mo Xiaoxin suspected that his mother was venting her emotions on him.
He had become his father's substitute sandbag!
At the thought of this, mo Xiaoxin's face revealed an aggrieved look.
The thought of running away from home came to her mind for the nth time.
"Phew, I'm so much better after a shower after sweating!" Just then, mo Lanlan walked out of the room in her pajamas, her wet hair draped over her shoulders.
"Mother, do you have any plans for the future?" Mo Xiaoxin could not help but ask as he looked at his mother.
"Kill that bastard, defeat his sword intent, and make him suffer so much that he would rather die!" Mo Lanlan said with a smile.
