"Dad, come, have some porridge..."
In front of the dim oil lamp, the young man held a bowl of hot porridge, using a wooden spoon to scoop it up, carefully blowing it cool before feeding the old man.
The old man whined and shook his head from side to side, millet porridge smearing all over his face.
The young man's face instantly twisted with rage, forcefully shoving the wooden spoon into the old man's mouth, gritting his teeth.
"Drink, drink, drink quickly, if you don't you'll die!"
Bam!
The rickety wooden door was kicked open, blinding sunlight immediately flooded into the small house, and a group of people appeared darkly at the door.
The young man's face showed fear,
"What... what do you want to do?"
The middle-aged man leading the group outside showed no expression, waving his hand, "Drag him out!"
A few men immediately stormed into the house with iron hooks, hooking onto the old man with a squelch, dragging both him and the chair out.
"Don't touch my dad!"
