The robber found it amusing and stepped on his face with the sole of his shoe, "What's wrong, why are you crying? I haven't even started hitting you hard yet, and you're already crying?"
Mo Jiantao felt despair from deep within, and being stepped on was indeed uncomfortable.
So, what must it have been like for Sha Ling, a person of such pride, when she was sold, when she was humiliated?
Mo Shu, as Sha Ling's daughter, both mother and daughter possessed the same lineage of pride.
Over the years, Mo Jiantao had forgotten what Sha Ling used to be like. Yet upon hearing these things, he couldn't help but feel extremely sad.
Realizing this, Mo Jiantao scared himself.
But the sadness was all too real and uncontrollable.
The robber hit Mo Jiantao for a while longer, then felt bored and began rummaging through Mo Jiantao's belongings.
