The burly figure quickly got up, knelt down in front of the woman who looked like a goddess under the moon, and kowtowed heavily, making a banging sound with every head kowtow.

Old man Xu's home.

Mao Xiaofang looked at the sleeping disciple lying on a wooden bed, his face shadowed under the candlelight.

"Taoist Master Mao!" Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a figure holding a child suddenly appeared outside the door.

"Sister-in-law Niu."

Mao Xiaofang saluted and said: "The situation is urgent, I came in without telling you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, let's talk." Sister-in-law Niu, who was dressed like an authentic peasant woman, said softly.

A look of embarrassment flashed across Mao Xiaofang's face and he said, "I'm sorry, Sister Niu, I still have..."

"It's too late." Mrs. Niu suddenly interrupted him.

Mao Xiaofang: "..."

"I grew up in the fields. I have been miserable and poor all my life. I have been with a man and I have never had a good life. Every day I either do laundry, cook or work in the fields.

I don't blame him, because I know that I only deserve such a man and such a life.

Generally speaking, I am quite satisfied with my previous life." Mrs. Niu smiled and spoke in a low voice.

"This kind of satisfaction...until today, it stopped abruptly.

I don’t ask him to be very capable, I don’t ask him to give me a good life, and I don’t expect him to be a good husband, but I hope he can be a good father.

However, when someone was about to drown my son, I could see clearly that he stood there like a piece of wood or a stone, watching helplessly. Do you know how desperate I was at that moment?"

"You all know what he is doing now, can I not know, can I not be clear?

I beg you, I’m begging you with my child, don’t stop him, okay?”

Sister-in-law Niu knelt on the ground holding the child, pressing the child's little head, and kowtowed to Mao Xiaofang together: "Today, he did this, and he deserves to be a father.

If he had not done this and allowed that man to live well, then he would not be worthy of being this father and not worthy of having this child.

Even if I have to starve to death outside with my children, I still want to leave this broken home...

Taoist Master Mao, please, don't stop him. Just leave this matter alone, okay?"

Mao Xiaofang froze in place.

He reached out and touched his face.

Hands full of wetness...
Chapter completed!