Xiao Yi, his heart steeled, reached for the fruit knife on the living room table, intending to kill Bai Yanwu and then himself.
Just as Xiao Yi struggled with the decision to strike, Bai Shi returned.
"You little bastard! I took you in out of kindness, and you repay me by trying to harm my daughter!" Bai Shi's voice startled Xiao Yi, and the knife clattered to the floor.
"Daddy, don't scare brother, brother is good," Bai Yanwu cried.
"Good!" Bai Shi lifted Bai Yanwu into his arms.
Xiao Yi watched, his eyes filled with envy. His own father had never held him with such distress, only ever gave him beatings, fierce beatings, yet despite all that, that man was still his father. He knelt humbly before Bai Shi.
Picking up the knife, Xiao Yi chased after Bai Shi and struck at him with it, but what strength could an eight-year-old child possess? Especially one as frail as he. Enduring the pain, Bai Shi turned around and kicked the knife away, then it slid down Xiao Yi's face...
