Every day, I'd borrow rice from the village to make congee. I went hungry to feed another, and somehow managed to raise that little fellow until he was a year old.
If not for the fact that the little guy's grandfather was an ingrate, which led to some unpleasantness later on.
I saved his life and raised him.
At the very least, he should have called me 'godfather.' We certainly shouldn't be enemies now whenever we meet."
"This…"
Mo Chen's brows furrowed slightly at his words. He shook his head and sighed in sympathy.
"The debt for giving birth but not raising a child can be repaid, but the debt for raising a child not your own can never be repaid, not even in a hundred lifetimes. If it is as you say, honored guest… then he is indeed an ingrate."
"You seem to be a reasonable person."
Wu Dao praised him with a meaningful tone, then asked, "Then in your opinion, if one day you came face-to-face with that ingrate, how should you deal with him?"
