An Xiaoyang had been raised by him from a shriveled little bean sprout to a fair and tender girl. He had watched her grow up to be so pure, beautiful, obedient, and quiet. How could he allow other men to desecrate his private treasure?
Sang nuo chased after an Xiaoyang. His legs were long, and he caught her within a few steps.
An Xiaoyang struggled with all her might. Sang nuo did not argue anymore. He only hugged her tightly, shackling her in his arms. No matter what, he would not let her escape.
In truth, sang nuo was afraid.
He would rather an Xiaoyang be stupid and not know anything, only relying on him.
However, she was not. She was very smart. After she went to college, she worked as a part-time translator and tutor. She even earned enough money to rent a house outside and live a small life.
