He did not turn around, but spoke in a husky voice, "What virtues or abilities do I have to adopt her? How can I possibly raise her in my current situation? And for how many days could I actually take care of her? If she stays by my side, might she get stoned to death by the mischievous children who despise me? Or strangled by the rough women? Take her with you. She's not my daughter; I have no obligation to raise her."
"..." The headstrong Tang Huai, after hearing Zhong Jiacai's words, actually didn't know how to respond.
What he said wasn't wrong at all, the child wasn't his, he had no obligation, nor did he need to bear the responsibility of raising her.
Moreover, with his circumstances, could he really raise her well?
Once inside the house, Zhong Jiacai closed the door behind him, and from beginning to end, neither Tang Huai nor Zhan Tingzhi had stepped foot into the run-down little house.
