Liu Dagen finally lifted his head and looked at Ah Tie, his eyes filled with complexity.
He had truly cared for this child before.
For over ten years, Ah Tie was his only son. He had sent him to school, hoping he would have a bright future, and even when Ah Tie fell ill with an incurable disease, he did not mind.
But his later wife disliked the child's smell and drove him out, and he had no way to stop it.
Later, when the wife gave birth to another son, his heart slowly shifted towards the younger son.
Sometimes he even forgot he had another son outside the home.
Forget it, selling him might be better.
If he stayed at home, they would have to spend money on his marriage in the future.
Liu Dagen finally nodded, "Alright."
Yun Jiao smiled at Zhao Lizheng, "Then please trouble you to write a document."
She gestured to Liu Lang, who was watching the commotion, "Go home and fetch some paper, ink, and brush."
Liu Lang dashed off.
