Previously, Helian ting had forced he tingchen to acknowledge his identity as a pet, but today, he told he tingchen in front of these people that he was a slave.
They were slaves that he, Helian ting, had bought with his money. They would be slaves for the rest of their lives.
He was not worthy of talking to his brother-in-law ...
In fact, he didn't say that he, a slave, wasn't fit to talk to anyone. He had to know his own identity.
Even if he wore the best clothes, ate the best food, and was taken care of by the most people, he was still a slave.
He, Helian ting, could raise he tingchen from a slave to the most mysterious young master he.
He could also tell him with one sentence that he was just a slave.
It was just that if it was someone else, he, Helian ting, would spend so much money to support them.
He would still raise him into a noble young master.
He tingchen pursed his lips slightly. How he wished that he would be struck to death by lightning.
