Reluctantly, the Wang Clan shut her mouth, hoping she hadn't just made things worse.
"Zheng Hong, don't lower yourself to your mother's level. She's always wanted a daughter, but she resented you a bit because she was hurt giving birth to you," Tan Yuancheng said, adopting a very humble posture and sincere tone.
But thinking about his ulterior motives sent chills down people's spines.
He only wanted to make Tan Zhenghong give in, to get Tan Zhenghong to support him in his old age.
Noticing Qiao Duo'er's unease, Tan Zhenghong gave her a comforting look; at this moment, his heart was crystal clear.
"I've always been the first to rise and the last to sleep. I hunt desperately, and except when the weather is too severe, I almost climb the mountain every day, so your lives can improve and my guilt eases a little."
"But what about you? No matter how much game I bring back, you only complain it's not enough. When I'm injured or sick, nobody ever asks how I am!"
