"Child, you are my treasure. If you don't support me and my brother, I'll have to let my father sell the karaoke lounge and work there, and my brother would have to get a dragon tattoo and collect protection fees. Who knows, one day, he might get killed."
Xiao Qian's words left Jia Xiufang feeling pale and trembling with fear.
"No, he's your biological father, your father..."
"Those involved in the gambling, prostitution, and drugs businesses, do they still have any humanity left? Mom, do you remember that kid from the Back Street family who got addicted to drugs and sold his four-year-old son? What's the difference between my dad and him?"
This is called concept exchange: say something correct, then lead people in, change the concept, and it's brainwashing!
"This heartless man, I've suffered so much with him, and he's not only treated me poorly, but he's also treating you and your brother terribly. What a sin!" Jia Xiufang cried out loud.
