Xia Luo's mother stared at the clothes he was wearing twice, froze for quite a while, then let out a howl, grabbed him by the hair, and began cursing and beating him.
Xia Luo cried out miserably, "Stop hitting me, Mom! I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Stop hitting me~~ Ow ow~~!"
The whole house erupted into chaos.
Half a day later.
Xia Luo's mother wiped away her tears.
Xia Luo sat miserably to one side, forcing an awkward smile as he tried to placate her:
"Mom, I really know I was wrong. There won't be a next time."
"You're still thinking about having a next time?"
His mother glared at Xia Luo. "How did I end up giving birth to such a thoughtless little bastard? You're going to be the death of me! These clothes cost several months of your mother's wages! How could you bear to buy them? Who gave you the nerve? You ungrateful brat! You don't feel sorry for your mother at all. You kept saying you'd let me enjoy a life of comfort. Is this the comfort you were talking about?
"I'll be burning incense to thank heaven if you don't anger me to death! You damned bastard, you son of a turtle, you piece of shit..."
His mother started cursing again.
Xia Luo could only sit to the side and laugh sheepishly as he listened.
He didn't dare say a word.
Who could blame her? He was the one in the wrong.
Even Xia Luo felt that his situation was truly miserable.
As a transmigrator and the chosen one of heaven, he had actually been forcibly cut off by another transmigrator on his path to wealth. It was simply outrageous!
Now, he had no way forward and no road back.
He only