Chapter 147: The Farm with Secrets

Klan puffed on his cigarette, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying, “Let’s see if our son likes her.” Mag sneered, “I don’t know if our son likes her, but it’s clear you do!” Klan waved his hand dismissively, his normally honest face now filled with the innocence and hurt of someone who’s been falsely accused. “What are you talking about? Do you think our son is just an ordinary person? If I dared to make a move, imagine what he’d do.” Mag huffed. She knew all too well what kind of man her husband was. But Klan was right about one thing—Saryon wasn’t one to be messed with. He might not speak much, but if someone crossed him, no amount of talking would make a difference. There was that time when Klan got on Saryon’s bad side. Saryon nearly beat him to death, and if Mag hadn’t sensed something was wrong and rushed to the village chief’s house for help, Klan might not have survived. But there was one good thing—Mag and Saryon almost never clashed. She didn’t drin