Yang Ming stood there for a long time without speaking, quietly sorting through everything in his mind.
Is there really no other way than leaving the child on the mountain?
Thinking and thinking, Yang Ming fell into despair. Xue Zhiyi's words were true; if they insisted on taking the child out, it would likely be a death sentence, not just for the child, but potentially for their whole family.
He was on the verge of compromise; maybe this was the only way for everyone. Just as he was about to agree, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he hurriedly shouted, "I have a solution."
Seeing Yang Ming's ecstatic appearance, Xue Zhiyi was somewhat surprised. He had also gone over this issue repeatedly, concluding that leaving the child on the mountain was the best solution. He could not think of any other option, could Yang Ming really have devised a better plan?
He asked, "What solution?"
"Brother Xue, if the child doesn't have six toes, then we could take them out, right?"
