Guo Yi's heart was somewhat complex.
On one side was the hatred for his mother's death, and on the other was his maternal grandfather's regretful heart.
Which was lighter and which was heavier, no one could clearly say. Guo Yi fell silent for a long time before he said, "The Lius... I will not hold a grudge. However, from now on, I will have nothing to do with the Lius!"
Having said that, Guo Yi turned and left.
"Little Yi!" Liu Zhengbiao suddenly called out.
Guo Yi stopped in his tracks, stood with his hands behind his back, but did not turn around.
"Could it be... that from now on, you won't acknowledge me as your grandfather?" Liu Zhengbiao asked.
"Didn't you also refuse to acknowledge that daughter back then?" Guo Yi replied indifferently and then walked away without looking back.
