Ning Xiaohu walked into the living room, sat next to his drunken father, frowned, and took the bottle of wine from his father's hand.
"Dad, stop drinking. Things have come to this, why are you still indifferent?"
Ning Sheng slapped Ning Xiaohu on the head and snatched the bottle back: "Mind your own business, go back to your room and study, these things have nothing to do with you."
Ning Xiaohu was anxious: "How can it have nothing to do with me? People are saying that it's my biological mother who's come to seek revenge. My mother and grandmother are both dead. My last name is Ning, so I might be the next one. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"
Ning Sheng suddenly burst into laughter: "Do you know why your mother and grandmother died?"
Ning Xiaohu shook his head.
Ning Sheng's eyes flickered as he pointed at Ning Xiaohu and then at himself: "Because they don't have the surname Ning, the Ning family's ancestors will only bless us, the true descendants of the Ning family, and they are just tools to pass on the incense of our Ning family!"
Ning Xiaohu looked at Ning Sheng in horror: "Dad, grandma is your biological mother..."
Ning Sheng snorted coldly, "So what, Xiaohu? I'm telling you, women exist to serve men. You just need to treat them as tools, use them when you need to, and discard them when you need to. We men are the masters of this world, do you understand?"
Under the fierce questioning of Ning Sheng, Ning Xiaohu nodded tremblingly.
I waited until the sun set and the moon rose, and then I heard snoring from Ning Sheng's room.
Ning Xiaohu quietly put on his schoolbag which had been packed long ago and left home.
If the Ning family's ancestors were effective, he wouldn't burn incense every year and always get the last place in the exams.
He must not sit here and wait for death!
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