Yu Minglang reached out to stop the fat woman.
"Sis, if you've got something to say, say it properly. Don't hit the kid."
"You don't know, this brat's not my own. His dad's a murderer, got arrested and sentenced to life. We only took him in 'cause he had nowhere to go, but look at him—rotten from the top down. We pity him, and this is how he works for us?"
Hearing the fat boss lady, the kid's eyes filled with tears, but he forced them not to fall. From the look on his face, he obviously hated hearing her talk about his biological father, yet he had no strength to argue.
Brutal reality had already taught a half-grown child what it means to compromise with life.
"The adults' mess—don't drag the kid into it. At his age he shouldn't be working in the first place."
