Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yaoheng were deep in conversation and did not notice that Huo Yuhao, who was sitting on the other side of Ma Xiaotao, had already buried his hands into the soil.
"Only one wife? Disciplined in regards to women? Then what about my mother?" The suppressed hatred in his heart deepened a few notches under Dai Yaoheng's words. Perhaps he was a hero, but he certainly wasn't a qualified husband or father. If he had intervened, would we, mother and son, have ended up like this...
The sky was growing darker—so much so that one could barely see their hand in front of them in this forest. It was at this moment that Teacher Wang Yan returned.
"Everyone, come over here for a moment," Wang Yan called, gesturing for everyone to gather around him.
