The middle-aged man lowered his head and curled up on the folding bed. He was too ashamed to look at them but had nowhere to hide himself.
Meng Chao sighed.
But Xiao Fanghua seemed to have seen a lot of such situations. She continued speaking patiently, "Mr. Li, Li Jue is still young. He doesn't know how important cultivation is. But he's a good boy who loves his parents, which is precisely why we must be careful while thinking about his future.
"Let me think about this. Right now, I can't promise you anything, but there are a lot of members in Blue Home who would be willing to help someone as talented as Li Jue."
"Ms. Xiao, I…"
Li Jue's father looked up. His lips quivered, and he rubbed his hands together. He did not know what he should say.