When Cheng was a child, he would scream inexplicably. My sister hated it, especially at this time, my mother would run over to hug the boy and say, "It's the mother who is sorry for you."
And my father smoked one cigarette at a time without saying anything.
Once Hong couldn't take it anymore and cried together, and asked her mother loudly while crying: "Why do we have to bring this good-for-nothing brother? Everything has become a mess!"
Dad rushed over and slapped her. It was the first and last time. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com