Zhang Zhentian heard the words his own son said to him, and he didn't want to say anything. He only knew that he was standing there silently, listening as his child criticized him.
He had become more astute with time, aware of when to speak and when to argue his case. In the face of someone else's anger, one could only choose silence, because only then would the other person find nowhere to vent their fury. And since that person across from him was his own flesh and blood, the wounds he caused were the result of his own choices. What right did he have to resent his son? What harm was there in letting him let off some steam?
