In fact, as Old Master Zhang, his heart truly ached. Although he knew exactly what kind of familial warmth his grandson yearned for, he was powerless to provide it. He understood that all it would take was a simple gesture, yet why was it so difficult for his own family? Why? Was it because they were a wealthy and influential family? After all, all the wealth they had today was earned through his own hard work, without breaking any laws or rules. Why then did they have to tear apart their family's happiness time and again? This imbalance in his heart was something he could not adjust. He was not the kind of person to forsake dignity for mere face. He had let go of his principles as a person time and again, made exceptions for others time and again, but why, oh why, did they have to keep hurting her, and in doing so, hurting him—was that truly right?