"Dad, I'm your own son, so can't you help me with this? What's so hard about helping me out just this once? I just need your help, and for you, it should be a simple effort. Why aren't you willing to make this effort for me?" Zhang Zhentian was truly at a loss. He was so infuriated by his own dad that he was speaking incoherently, and without any restraint. Old Master Zhang felt very distressed upon hearing these words from his son. It seemed that no matter how much he, as a father, had done for his son, in his son's eyes he had always been unappreciative and had never made enough effort. How much more did he have to do to make his unfilial son understand just how exhausting it was to be a father?