He Xing was stunned, his shocked gaze fixed on his grandfather. The He Group was the enterprise his grandfather had fought to build his entire life, and he had thought that his grandfather would never be able to let it go. But what he hadn't realized was that, in his grandfather's heart, his and Fu Han's happiness weighed even more heavily.
His eyes reddened, and it seemed that this was the first time he had ever gotten emotional in front of his grandfather since his parents had left.
In his early years, his grandfather had experienced the heart-wrenching pain of white-haired people sending off those with black hair, and he felt great compassion for He Xing, his only grandson; but to their generation, the more they cherished someone, the stricter they were with them.
