Poverty is not scary, poverty can still be changed.
But fate?
How do you buy back fate?
"Son... I harmed you... I really regret it... but I have no way..."
Huang Xiaojue clearly felt his mother's hand slowly growing cold. He held her, frantically got into the car... but the car got stuck in the wild prairie, moving slowly, unable to speed up.
"Where's your dad? Your dad..."
Suddenly, a car approached from the opposite direction, the headlights were so bright.
From afar, the car stopped, someone stumbled over: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue... where's your mom..."
Huang Xiaojue's mother's gaze suddenly scattered, her eyes wide open in the dark night: "Old man... old man..."
Huang Xiaojue's father opened the car door and held his wife.
He had also been searching relentlessly, the father and son working separately, never stopping.
No matter how vain, pretentious, or annoying this woman was... but, he had pampered her all his life—not because he feared her, but because he loved her.
