Fantasy!
Everything felt like a dream!
Zhang Dongjun looked at his son and felt as if he was living in paradise, as if everything was a dream.
Zhang Shan had always been arrogant, idle, and a ruffian at home. Normally, he wouldn't even let anyone feed him porridge, let alone call him "dad." He would usually address him directly as "old man."
But now, Zhang Shan held the porridge and affectionately called him "dad." It seemed like he wanted to feed him the porridge, as if he had become a different person. Zhang Dongjun was moved to tears, feeling as if he were in heaven.
Besides being in heaven, he couldn't explain this situation any other way.
Looking at Zhang Shan like this, tears streaming down his face, he cried out in sorrow, "Zhang Shan, it would have been so good if you had matured earlier. If your father could see you being so filial while he was alive, he would be so happy."
"But..."
