C151 Taboo

There were all kinds of pitiful parents and children, but the care and love my parents had for my children were the same. My gaze was still on Qiao Pengju's scarred hands, and I didn't know how much difficulty he would have to pay to pull Qiao Kewei so far.

I helped Qiao Pengju light up a cigarette. He inhaled too hard, and when he choked on the blood, he coughed severely