Once, I was so humble, begging you to stay by my side, but in the end, I found that it was all just a vain wish.
"Dad, I am your biological son, can't you help me with this matter? What would it cost you to help me? I only need you to lend me a hand, it's just a small task for you, why won't you put in a bit of effort for me?" Zhang Zhentian was utterly helpless, driven speechless by his father's stubbornness. His words were incoherent and impulsive. Old Master Zhang was deeply hurt upon hearing these words from his son. It seemed that no matter how much he, as a father, had sacrificed for his son, it was never acknowledged in Zhang Zhentian's heart. He would always believe that his father had never given anything. What more could he do to make this ungrateful son understand how exhausted he was as a father?
