"Then...what should I do?"

"Every winter and summer vacation, send your son to the countryside to work in the fields with your parents. First, it will cultivate his resilience, and second, it will..."

"It seems... that's the case. From childhood to adulthood, the happiest times for me were in the countryside, chasing chickens and dogs, and catching loaches and eels in the fields. It was so much fun."

After work, I am like a beast of burden during the day and a mule at night. The only time I have is when I hide in the room and play games.

Song Xijiao was curled up on the sofa holding an iPad, imparting her parenting experience and how to get along with her husband to Yang Peifeng.

"A child? You can treasure him, but don't treat him like a treasure."

"He won't do it, so you have to teach him. He will do it, so you must not interfere."

“…”

"Is that all right?"

"Women only want your attitude, not really want you to give them gifts. If conditions permit, it's better to give them something expensive."

"Let me ask you, would a true overbearing CEO really say something this crazy?"

"No, the domineering CEO persona is derived from market conditions."

“…”

The legal program channel is currently broadcasting a legal case of a home robbery, rape and murder of a woman.

Song Xijiao threw her iPad on the sofa and stood in front of the TV. Rape...molestation... These nouns formed a picture from literature to sound.

In a dilapidated rental house.

A disheveled little girl was tied to an iron bed.

A man as thin as a skeleton was riding on the little girl and committing indecent acts.

The little girl struggled hard and scratched the man's face.

The man slapped the little girl in the face, knocking her unconscious.

“Ah~”

Song Xijiao had a splitting headache, and fragmented images kept piling up and flashing in her mind.

"What’s wrong with you?"