Yang Zhiqiang dragged his son back home. The two lay on the kang, and now the quilt was no longer warm.
"Shubao, you can see it too, your grandmother's family is not dependable. They don't even care about your mom, so how would they care about you? Your grandma always said they were harming you. Do you understand now?"
"Yeah, I understand. Dad, I'll go to work with you tomorrow."
"Yeah, let's live well, just the two of us. When your grandma's anger subsides, we'll go kowtow to her. In the future, you have to live well. Actually, working in an office is pretty good. You see, people just walk around or do some counting, and they make a lot more money than I do."
"Dad, I know, I'll go to work with you. When school starts, I'll study hard."
Yang Zhiqiang touched his son's hand. The child has grown up and should never end up like him.
Hopefully, it's not just a momentary impulse, it's something that needs perseverance.
