Li Zhiyuan: "I don't think Old Tian's plan will succeed."
Zhao Yi: "Whether Old Tian succeeds or not, it doesn't affect my decision to go back and recognize the old lady as my honorary grandmother. Our Zhao family has committed so many sins; it's only fitting for those surnamed Zhao to become someone's grandson."
In the bedroom.
Jin Xingshan was still looking at those paintings. This was the first time in years that he knew about his daughter's situation.
He particularly liked the painting depicting a card game, rubbing his fingertips over it for a long time.
But at that moment, it seemed like the painting was set on fire, turning a portion into a smoky yellow.
The old man was stunned, somewhat at a loss. Fortunately, the smokiness did not spread nor affect the area portraying his daughter; it merely completely covered the "old lady" playing cards at the same table.
Jin Xingshan's mouth opened, fear showed in his eyes, which gradually transformed into a kind of reverence.
