Huo Shen had scarcely ever seen his parents in person since he became sensible.
In his memory, they were always busy, with endless research and countless documents to check.
There were quite a few children in the compound, and when they played together, they inevitably talked about their parents.
The kid from the east side said his dad made him a wooden plane, while the kid from the west side said his mom loved him and made him braised pork at night.
When it came to Huo Shen, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.
His dad had never made him a toy, and his mom had never cooked a meal for him.
Because they were busy with work, they were seldom home.
As time went on, the other children in the compound made fun of him for being an orphan.
But he wasn't about to take it lying down; he taught those boys what was okay to say and what wasn't—with his fists.
As a result, the other kids had their parents to back them up.
