Sun Gang's pacing echoed through the office, his frustration palpable in every step. The weight of his resentment towards Grandpa Sun bore down on him like a suffocating blanket, smothering any semblance of peace or clarity.
With each passing moment, Sun Gang's anger simmered beneath the surface, a volatile mixture of envy and bitterness bubbling within him. Why did Grandpa Sun continue to cling to life with such tenacity? Why couldn't he just fade away and leave the family fortune to those who truly deserved it?
The thought of Grandpa Sun's enduring presence gnawed at Sun Gang's soul, a constant reminder of the injustice he perceived in the world. How many times had he imagined a life free from the shadow of his grandfather's influence, a life where he could finally claim what was rightfully his?
