Inside the house, Mu Dashan listened to his daughter recounting Mu Dazhong's words, and his heart grew cold.
The words his brother said in the afternoon still echoed in his mind, but none of them were about him owing a debt as his brother claimed.
At that time, he spoke about discussing with Shuangshuang, but now in his brother's eyes, it seemed taken for granted.
Under the dim oil lamp, the man's face turned grim, his work stalling as he did it, ultimately followed by a low sigh.
Mu Dazhong listened for a while, not hearing Mu Dashan's voice, and became anxious.
"Dashan, say something! Your Sister-in-law is pregnant, asking for a good meal won't cost you your life. Just ask Shuang to make something good for your sister-in-law!"
