"You're right, today is Dad's birthday, unfortunately this year he doesn't even get to see his most beloved grandson; it's truly a case of white-haired people sending off those with black hair."
Tong Fujun's eyes brimmed with hot tears as he angrily pointed at Tong Yunshu and said, "It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, would Yang Fei have ever laid a hand on my son Jianzhou?"
Tong Yunshu retorted angrily, "Jianzhou brought his death upon himself. Yang Fei had already warned him on my behalf, yet he insisted on being used by others to provoke Yang Fei, which led to his death. I had already explained this last time, why are you bringing up old matters today, Uncle?"
At this point, Tong Yunshu looked at her grandfather, Tong Hai, with a sad expression.
Tong Hai, sitting at the head seat, met his granddaughter's gaze but then heartlessly averted his eyes.
Tong Yunshu felt a chill of desolation.
