He would never consider looking for trouble at Lin Laogeng's house again.
"Head of the household, head of the household."
When Ms. Ding couldn't get a response from her husband, she hurriedly chased after him.
"Zha Er is indeed your own son; right now only you can help him. Go and talk to the clan leader, after all he is a descendant of the Lin Clan, can he really be inferior to Lin Caisang, a girl who will sooner or later be married off?"
She simply couldn't believe it, how could her son Zha Er be less valued than Lin Caisang? At most, it would only be a matter of two years before Lin Caisang would surely be married off.
Where she would marry into, who knew?
"Head of the household, you have only this one son; if anything were to happen to him, how are we two supposed to live?"
The man stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her upon hearing her words.
"Son, it doesn't necessarily have to be just this one."