"I don't dare to go back..." Pang Dajun looked out the window as if in a dream, and whispered: "I'm afraid you will use me to do something again. Third brother, Dad can't even go home..."

Pang Siyuan stood up and took a step back, kneeling beside his bed, "Son, this time... I really want to send you home."

"I don't believe you anymore,"

"Dad," his calm voice changed a little. He looked at him with heartache in his eyes: "You are hurting my heart..."

"Can you please understand my son and not treat me like this, considering how hard I've worked for the Pang family?"

Pang Dajun's voice was low and tired: "Are you ashamed?"

"right..."

"Then bear with it, Third Brother. Remember how you feel now. It's better if you really can't get over it. Then you will remember my advice. Son, I don't know how powerful you are. Daddy only asks you this time, don't touch the Fu family... They are the descendants of my sworn brother, and you can't hurt them. Also, don't destroy Daddy's hometown, where I was born and raised..."

Pang Dajun smiled and waved at him, and Pang Siyuan got up and walked to his bedside.

He grabbed his hand and said, "Dad knows that times have changed. In the end, I can no longer control the future of the Pang family. Whatever happens to the family depends on your efforts. I cannot ask you to have the same mindset as me."

"I want to tell you that being too ambitious is not good. If you do things too much now... you will regret it in the future."

Pang Dajun's eyes turned red, and he looked at him with a smile, "But I know you won't listen."

"After all, people who haven't experienced it won't be able to understand what those who have experienced it say..."

Pang Siyuan clenched his hands tightly, suppressed the ups and downs in his heart, and said with a bit of bitterness: "Dad, your son promised you, so will you agree to your son's arrangement for you to go home?"

He knew that Pang Dajun's time was up, and he had already been unfilial by going against his wishes. If he were to let him leave again, he would leave with regrets.

How he deals with himself internally.

Pang Dajun opened his eyes slightly and looked at his son. Then, he lowered them quietly and weakly, full of sadness.

How come his son is so much like his past?

After going through so much, he now regrets it.

What about him?

"Third brother, go back and let Dad be quiet for a while..."

He walked out of Pang Dajun's room, looking very quiet and cold. He walked forward alone in the shadows.

The sky gradually darkened, and the dark sea of clouds floated everywhere. The man stood there motionless. The rain began to fall, and his voice seemed to be unheard: "Dad..."

"You can't let go of this, you can't let go of that, but you can let go of us?"

.....

It has been raining outside the window all afternoon.

The breeze carried the rain, which dripped onto the transparent glass, condensing into a stream of water that slowly flowed down.

Lian Yi called her: "Xiao Xiao, what are you looking at? It's your turn, play your cards..."

"Oh," Fu Xiao retracted her gaze and looked down at the cards in her hand. She tilted her head to look at the table, "What did my brother play..."

"Pair..."

She played a pair that was bigger than his and looked at Shen Xingzhou beside her, "You can't..."

"I can't hold it back..." He responded with a smile.

Fu Xiao waved his hand, "I can't hold it back anymore, I'll continue."

Watching her finish playing all the cards in her hand in one go, she jumped up from the sofa happily: "Ahhh, I won again, give me the money..."

Lian Yi sneered: "It's so unlucky to be in the same class with you. Can't you be more ambitious? You can't even control this little couple?"

Although he said that, he did not stop taking out the money, and handed the money to Fu Xiao gently: "Xiao Xiao is really amazing..."

Shen Xingzhou also put the money in front of her.

Fu Xiao smiled and said, "You gave too much."

"I'll leave it here for you first. I think you'll need it later."

Lian Yi laughed and scolded: "You just can't win, right?"

Shen Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Xiao, "Then you can't win..."

"Oh, let's stop playing. It's boring," Lian Yi waved his hand and threw the cards in his hand on the table.

Lian Nian, who was reading a newspaper on the other side, laughed: "All three of them can remember cards. You can't win if you play against them."

"It's raining," Lian Yi tilted his head to look outside.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

Fu Xiao smacked his lips: "I want to eat stew pot..."

Lian Yi shouted towards the kitchen: "Sister-in-law Qi...can we have a stew at home?"

A woman came out of the kitchen, "Sir, there is no stove at home..."

"Oh, never mind...you do your thing,"

Shen Xingzhou pulled Fu Xiao's hand, "When I come tomorrow, I'll bring a pot and a stove, and we'll eat tomorrow..."

"Yeah, that's fine,"

Lian Yi smiled and said, "Let's see if it rains tomorrow. If it stops, we can go out for dinner."

"I know a family that makes really good pot roast,"

Fu Xiao nodded, "Okay,"

Lian Nian kicked Lian Yi and said, "Go to the storeroom and look for any snacks. Take them out for Xiao Xiao to eat."

"Oh, yes," Lian Yi stood up and walked towards the storeroom, "I remember there are some biscuits at home..."

Fu Xiao leaned on the back of the sofa and called him, "Uncle Yi, I don't really want to eat, don't turn it over."

"Wait, I'll find it soon,"

Shen Xingzhou was playing with Fu Xiao's hand, and when he heard someone calling him from the other side, he looked up, "Uncle Nian..."

"When you go back this time, please help us find a house, preferably one that's close to them,"

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