"How about you just pretend that I was never here? Go on, continue playing the zither." How could Zhang Shizhao not understand his son's thoughts when he saw the look in his eyes. However, even if he worked hard to cultivate and had some achievements, would he be able to surpass Huangfu Qingjue with his talents?
Zhang Shizhao had scolded him a few times in the past to make him wake up from his dream and let go of it. Who knew that he would only push him to another extreme? Zhang Shizhao felt a little helpless.
"I already... have... a... lover in my heart. What... is the use of a zither?" Zhang Yuhong shook his head and sighed. He wanted to smash the zither but was a little reluctant to part with it. In the end, he still couldn't resist strumming the zither before singing: "Although the flowing water is heartless, the falling flowers are intentional..."
