Trigger warning : Dark thoughts
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"I can walk on my own," Duan Jia Xu refused to be dragged like a slave to the attic, he might have lost all his footing in this family the day his mother died together with his daddy.
It did not mean that he was now a slave to this family and the people who held power inside this house.
Duan Jia Xu stubbornly stood up even though his back was stained with red. Drops of blood fell on the ground and he had to fight the urge to scream by gritting his teeth.
The sound of teeth churning and grinding echoed in the living hall as the servants turned to look at Old Master Duan who simply looked amused.
"Let him be," Old Master Duan said to the servants who were watching Duan Jia Xu drag his feet with Duan Jingli in his arms. "It's only right for a dog to walk down to his kennel. Isn't that what you are, Jia Xu? A dog of this house. Hahahaha!"