"So, you agree to let your grandson go with me?"
By the pond at the Federation Manor, Zhang Beixing and the old man sat with fishing rods, catching fish.
And yet, even after sitting there for a long time, they hadn't caught a single fish. The old and young, like old friends, chatted intermittently.
"It's the choice of my grandson, and as his grandfather, I naturally have to respect it."
The old man's emotions flowed naturally as he spoke, revealing none of what he truly felt inside.
In truth, letting his only grandson leave caused many reluctances within the old man, but deep down he knew that being by Zhang Beixing's side was now Richard's most correct choice.
"I don't believe you're being sincere."
Zhang Beixing shook his head, his face clearly expressing disbelief.
