The old woman with the cat face looked at Li Zhiyuan with great shock.
She couldn't believe that the words she had just heard had come from the mouth of the child before her.
Her hands, unconsciously, let go of the shoulder they had been grasping, and her body also took a small step backward.
At this moment, she even began to wonder:
Why is it that, compared to him, I am the one who seems like a child who only knows how to throw tantrums?
Myself and him,
who is the real Corpse here?
He spoke with confidence, decisively, and moreover, he didn't stop; he continued:
"The one who's to be crippled should take care of the disabled part, and it's best if it's hemiplegia. Given the conditions here, it's impossible to provide a wheelchair for him, and no one will leave their job to push him around for leisure.
After becoming paralyzed, he can only lie in bed, curl up on dirty mattresses, and need someone to care for his every need.
