The two daughters-in-law also started crying softly.
Yang Jiadong said seriously, "Dad, what are you talking about! How can a son watch you die with open eyes? That is great disrespect, do you want me to live in guilt and self-blame for the rest of my life?"
Yang Jiaming echoed, "Yes! Dad, there must be a way."
"What way can there be? It's the middle of the night, the villages are so far apart, even if we shout until we're hoarse, no one will come."
Yang Youren was too bitter to speak.
"Dad! I don't care, but can we send Xiaomeng out? She's only 3 years old." Cheng Jinmeng's face was a mix of rain and tears. She dared not pray for much, for hadn't she been the one who suggested seeking refuge with her father!
The elder daughter-in-law of the Zhang Family also spoke up, "Dad, I beg you to send Dong'er out, he's your eldest grandson."
