Chen Yan comforted her for a long time before Chen Yu finally stopped crying.
His little sister was only fifteen, after all.
Chen Yan sighed inwardly.
It was only after meeting Luo Puxin that he'd begun to see the true face of this world.
For martial artists, as long as they were strong enough, they could do whatever they wanted.
But when it came to family, all they cared about was whether he was hurt and whether he'd had enough to eat.
It was that simple. So simple.
Chen Yu went to fetch some medicine for Chen Yan.
"Xiao Yan, what do you do all day in the Town Martial Class? How come you've got so many injuries?"
Teacher Wang furrowed his brow. He firmly tugged off Chen Yan's shirt, but when he saw his son's battered torso, he froze.
For a long moment, he couldn't say a word.
"Dad, my physique is great now. Once these wounds are exposed to the air, they heal pretty quickly."
Chen Yan spoke calmly. He wasn't lying; most of the injuries he'd sustained yesterday had already scabbed over.
He hurriedly put his shirt back on. He was afraid his little sister would see him and start crying again.
Teacher Wang fell silent. Looking at his son, who had already grown taller than him, he couldn't find the words.
He couldn't say them.
Teacher Wang pressed his lips together. What was he supposed to say?
Son, stop going to the Town Martial Class and come help Dad make fried noodles?
He, Teacher Wang, was a good-for-nothing. His son didn't want to be one. His son had gotten a late start, so he had to suffer several times more than other people.
He'd already given his son such a low starting point. He couldn't let