"I know, Dad, I'm not foolish either. I did my homework this time, learned about Old Gao's weakness before daring to make a move. Otherwise, there's no way I'd get involved for just one of his fingers," An Ning said.
"Just make sure you know your limits." Speaking of this, An Dafu was once again full of worries, "I don't know what heaven has in store. If only Dad had transmigrated into that Gao Wooden-head, you wouldn't have to step up as a child."
Talking about Gao Wooden-head, An Dafu couldn't help but sneer, "That Gao Wooden-head is a fool. His wife was beaten to the point of miscarriage, lost his child, and he didn't lift a finger for revenge? Unbelievable he can sit still!"
An Dafu cursed Gao Wooden-head, and An Ning didn't defend him.
Indeed, by ancient standards, Gao Wooden-head might be considered a good man. Whether for his second wife or an adopted daughter like the original owner, he was dedicated and never once wronged them.
