"Master of the house, can't you say something..."
Inside the Baiyun City in the Southeast, in a residence that looked somewhat wealthy, a woman who was still decently dressed was now crying, her tears and runny nose mingling, looking utterly disheveled.
A middle-aged man sat on the steps in the courtyard, his eyes blank as he stared into space.
What could he say?
In these times, what use were his words?
"Master of the house, if we don't think of something, Xiaoling will truly be taken away by those people. He's our only child....."
The man's eyes remained blank as he looked at the child next to the woman, a small face clueless about what was to come, and at last, his eyes reddened.
