Father Chen’s Disciple

With one glance, Father Chen could tell that this was Wang Xiaoling's mother. The woman was very dirty. It seemed that she had mustered up all her courage to stand timidly at the entrance of the dojo with her daughter. She didn't even dare lift her head, but only surveyed everything inside the dojo out of the corner of her eye.

Her shoes were very old. It was clear that the woman had already cleaned them before coming to the dojo, but they still looked dusty.

"Come on in." Father Chen smiled. He had seen Wang Xiaoling's mother before, and thought that she was a woman who didn't have it easy, so the Chen family would gather together the dilapidated items and jars at home and put them in one place for Wang Xiaoling's mother to pick up.

Of course, they didn't charge anything.

Father Chen and Mother Chen were both warmhearted people. They could imagine how difficult it was for a mother with a mute girl.