“Okay, I’ll keep an eye out.” Qiao Dashan was used to living in the town. Back in the village, the children’s school was far away, and he had to ride his bike to the town every day.

If you're going to run a shop, then make long-term plans.

The Song family.

The first thing Song Min did when he got home was to sit on the floor and sharpen a kitchen knife, occasionally sprinkling some water on it.

Song Facai and Liu Zhaodi watched from the sidelines, their hearts pounding with fear – that was exactly how they felt.

They tried to stop him, but as soon as their son glared at them, they swallowed back all the words they were about to say.

The son is going to commit a heinous crime. Isn't he going to kill someone after sharpening the knife? This could cause a huge uproar.

Song Min felt he had sharpened the knife enough; it was time to set off. He had no home left. He only had this wretched life left. Qiao Haixing had lied to him; he wouldn't hold back.

"You two stay home. What I do has nothing to do with you. If you follow me, you'll be held jointly liable."

If you get arrested, don't blame me for not warning you.

All of Song Facai's words were shut down. Who isn't afraid of death? Who wants to go to jail?

Liu Zhaodi followed in his footsteps: "Son, don't do anything rash!"

"Our home is gone. If my wife is gone too, what's the point of me living?" Song Min's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He felt he had to put an end to this today. He couldn't continue living like this, or rather, he had long since had enough of life.

From the moment he became a eunuch, he had already given up hope for his future life.

Seeing that the person had left, Liu Zhaodi had no choice but to turn around and taunt Song Facai: "It's all your fault for being useless. You can't do anything right. I regret marrying you so much."

If I had married someone else back then—nothing more, just that Li Fulai—I wouldn't be in this situation now. It's all because you're useless.

Song Facai's eyes reddened with anger, and he raised his hand to slap her right cheek: "If you regret it, you can get out now. This place is no longer a home, and my son and I won't be a burden to you."

If you want to marry someone else, then go ahead and marry them!

"Fine! You said it, don't blame me!" Liu Zhaodi thought about her son going to jail and facing a lonely and helpless life. It was better to leave now; perhaps there would be other opportunities. She took the family's only money and her belongings, and left without looking back.

Song Facai sat blankly on the ground, looking at the mess in the yard, and suddenly felt that life had no meaning. Seeing the rope in the corner, he got up, walked over and picked it up.

They were preparing to take a rope and hang themselves on the back mountain.

Song Min had put away the kitchen knife he was carrying when there were many people around, and only took it out again when they arrived at Qiao Haixing's door.

He raised his leg and kicked the front door of his house with all his might.

A loud crash came from the iron gate, and everyone around heard it and rushed out of the house to see what had happened.

A disheveled young man in his thirties stood at Qiao Haixing's door, brandishing a kitchen knife. This terrified Qiao Haixing, who wanted to stop him, but no one dared. Some people, however, were simply watching the spectacle, keeping the door tightly locked and peering through the cracks to see what was happening outside.

Qiao Dongdong was awakened by the sound of the door being kicked. He got dressed and went to the door, opened it, and after seeing the scene in front of him, quickly closed the door.