"Since you're still as stubborn as ever, my persuasions are useless," said Old Master Zhang. "I have always said that the Zhang Family's door is always open for you. I may not have much time left, and I know what condition my body is in. For someone my age, being in this state of mind is already quite good. I only wish that my grandson could take good care of his children. All I can tell you is that your grandson looks just like your son, incredibly handsome. It's like he's inherited his father's genes!"
Xia Jing felt an indescribable joy upon hearing Old Master Zhang talk about how adorable her grandson looked. She knew that no matter how she treated Old Master Zhang, he always regarded her as his daughter-in-law. Yet, she felt an overwhelming guilt towards him—why couldn't she show him the filial piety he deserved and still saw herself as part of the Zhang Family?
