"Big brother."
Zhang Guohua looked at Zhang Guoqing, a bitter smile surfacing on his face, "Back then, we disagreed and our dispute led to a split in the family."
"Now, so many years have passed, and we have both grown old. It's time we should settle our past grievances."
Zhang Guoqing and his family from three generations observed Zhang Guohua, wondering what schemes this old man was concocting now.
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of expression is that?"
Zhang Jinhui, noticing their looks, pointed at Zhang Guoqing and the others and shouted angrily, "My grandfather is talking to you, didn't you hear him?"
"You shut up." Zhang Guohua gave Zhang Jinhui a fierce glare, and the latter shrank back, silencing himself.
Zhang Guohua paused for a moment, then continued, "Big brother, our Zhang family has been through this ordeal, and I have had a change of heart."
"Let bygones be bygones. Our bones may be broken, but our tendons are still connected. If possible, can we bury the hatchet?"
