With a heavy sigh, Mr. Mu put on a very solemn expression.
"Third son, I know I did wrong in the past, and I apologize to you!"
"Dad, why would you say that? You and Mom gave birth to me and raised me. You don't need to apologize to me." Mu Dashan got anxious, for Mr. Mu had never been like this before him.
"Third son, listen to me. I know, in the past, your mother and I were indeed biased towards your eldest brother. But you know, in this lifetime, I just want someone from the family to become an official; otherwise, we'll always be pointed at and called peasants."
"For your brother, your mother and I have suffered so much, endured countless hardships, all just to see him succeed and lead the entire family out of the mire."
"Third son, I'm not forcing you today, I just have no other way..."
When Mr. Mu got emotional, tears and snot were flowing, and Mu Dashan was heartbroken to see it.
"Dad, I..." Mu Dashan's eyes grew redder, and his chest felt stifled.
