Experiences from his entire life flashed through his mind—good, bad, kindness, grudges, love, enmity. His eyes grew warm, and his cloudy gaze filled with helplessness.
"They are all dead. When people die, their affairs vanish, and everything in this world ceases to exist. As for any remaining debts of kindness or grudges, I'll settle with them once I go down there. Dong, don't keep on magnifying this issue. One can't write the 'Qiao' character twice, so let it be, okay? For you, for the corporation, for the Qiao family, this is the best outcome."
Qiao Dongyang looked at Qiao Zhengchong who was speaking and suddenly realized he was truly old. It wasn't his white hair or his wrinkles, but rather his expression, his heart, and the indelible marks of the years in his eyes.
