But in the end, he simply moved his lips a few times without actually saying anything, and his hand remained on Wu Liangliang's head all the while. Wu Liangliang, looking every bit like a monkey with his sharp, monkey-like features, seemed sordid to no end.
Even so, one's own child is loved best by oneself; no matter how good someone else's child is, they are still someone else's, not one's own.
When evening came, the Ren family had prepared an impressive spread for dinner. Perhaps it was Mother Ren's intentional desire to let Ren Li know the life they were leading, so the dishes were obviously much more lavish than before, with all kinds of meat and fish.
Upon seeing the dishes on the table, Ren Li merely curled her lips in disdain. Such a greasy meal, was it meant to fatten, or to eat to death?
