It had snowed heavily the night before, and thick snow now blanketed the highway leading to Chen Family Town.
Several cars by the roadside were temporarily unable to move.
The snow was too thick. The moment the cars started, their wheels sank into the drifts. How were they supposed to drive?
Inside one of the vehicles, several people were gathered together, drinking hot water.
They were a large family. The wrinkled old man, Xie Dachun, was berating his son, Xie Zhiwen.
"Before we set out, I reminded you so many times to put on snow tires, install chains, and bring a snow shovel. You didn't listen to a single word, damn it."
"You even thumped your chest and guaranteed there wouldn't be any problems."
"Look at this. Now there are problems, aren't there?"
"The snow on this road is incredibly thick. I doubt people could even wade through it, let alone drive."
"You're not a young man anymore. How can you still handle things with so little sense?"
"If this delays Little Flower's treatment, I'll beat you to death."
Xie Zhiwen was forty years old, but with his own father yanking his ear and cursing him out, he didn't dare utter a single word.
After all, he was in the wrong. What else could he do besides endure it?
Nearby, a woman holding her daughter softly said, "Forget it, Dad. It's already come to this. Cursing him won't help."
Xie Dachun glanced at his daughter-in-law. "Go ahead and keep defending him. Look at him—does he look like a man? He has no sense of responsibility at all."
"He's a father himself, yet he still doesn't know how to handle things properly."
The middle-aged woman smiled, then gently brushed the bangs from her daughter's forehead. "I don't think Little Flower's illness