"What's wrong with that?" Bai Ruozhu asked somewhat strangely.
Bai Yihong quickly looked around, appearing afraid that someone might overhear their conversation. His face was a picture of inner struggle, his eyebrows knit tightly together.
"It's just that I saw Xiaosi practicing his boxing, and he's got a fierce edge to him — it's as if he's ready to kill!" Bai Yihong's voice was soft, but his tone was higher.
Bai Ruozhu thought that this was just the assertiveness of martial artists, wasn't it?
"And do you remember that night when the Turkic people came? The way Xiaosi wielded his blade…it was ruthless." Bai Yihong's mouth was trembling as he spoke, "This boy's origin is not common. What if he turns out like his biological father? Isn't it bad for us to let him practice martial arts?"
In this house, only she and her father knew Xiaosi's real identity. Xiaosi's father was a mountain bandit who had killed people and robbed houses, Xiaosi was born after he raped Niu Cuihua.