After that, once they’re done in the bathroom, he still has to wipe their faces, their bodies, and then push them outside to get so sunshine.
Then, he goes to take care of Fan Er.
Sotis Fan Er can hold it in, but sotis, he can’t and ends up wetting the bed.
Wetting is a bit better, but if he makes a ss, it’s really a disaster.
A real disaster.
Every night, Fan’s mother would cry to Fan’s father about how hard her life is.
Also, her hands have several cuts from the kitchen knife.
Fan’s father, getting impatient, said, "Then let’s switch."
"Fine, let’s switch." Fan’s mother said, touching her belly.
"I an, can you just not move so much? Wouldn’t it be nice to just lie there quietly?" Fan’s father said impatiently.
"I’m just uncomfortable from eating too much." Fan’s mother roared, "Can’t you be a little more understanding?"
"Understanding, understanding, you always want to understand you, when can you understand for once?"
"Why should it be you understanding ? If you hadn’t rebelled, would we be in this situation?"
It’s all because of him.
If he hadn’t courted disaster, none of this would have happened; it’s all his own doing.
"Did you say ? Didn’t you know about it back then? You even supported it."
If she really had that foresight, why didn’t she stop him?
He rembered, when she found out about his decision, she was really happy.
"That was because I thought you had great abilities, but I didn’t expect this, a big fish in a small pond."
"Aren’t you the sa? You can’t even deal with a little Fan Rou and have the nerve to talk about others?"
Fan’s father’s remark finally triggered Fan’s mother, and she got so angry that she kicked him in the back.
Fan’s father rolled twice and fell to the floor.
Fan’s mother lifted her head, looking proud, like a victorious gacock, "Hmph, see if you dare to bully again."
"You, you, you are trying to rebel," Fan’s father lay on the floor, trembling, pointing at her.
Because the light wasn’t on, Fan’s mother couldn’t clearly see his actions, or maybe she just couldn’t be bothered to.
She pulled the blanket over and lay down again, ready to rest.
Seeing her like this, Fan’s father got really angry.
He got up from the floor and tore the blanket off her body.
In late autumn, the wind at night was quite strong; Fan’s mother only felt a gust of cold wind, making her whole body lose its warmth.
She jumped up in anger and lunged at Fan’s father, "You old bastard, how dare you steal my blanket."
At this, they started to scuffle, and finally, Fan’s father kicked Fan’s mother, and her head hit the iron panel, knocking her out.
Seeing her finally quiet, Fan’s father lay back down.
It wasn’t until the next day, when the guards ca and found Fan’s mother lying on the floor, noticing sothing was wrong, that they called a doctor over.
At the sa ti, they also inford Fan Rou.
Fan Rou was about to go to class when she heard the news, and she just asked them to get a doctor first and that she would go over after class.
Lan Shao, who was placing toast by her hand, paused upon hearing this, and then asked, "Why bother whether she lives or dies?"
He didn’t have a good impression of that family.
Although he wasn’t cruel enough to wish them death, he definitely wouldn’t go out of his way to save them either.
After all, he wasn’t that kind-hearted.
"After all, they did raise . What can I do?"
The grace of nurturing must be repaid.
Not killing them now is already repaying their kindness.
Lan Shao shook his head, "You, you’re just too kind."
"Pfft." Fan Rou laughed, "Please, don’t use that word on , it makes feel guilty."
After being with Ye Ranran for a long ti, she too had beco more honest.
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