Zhao Hu's cries echoed in the courtyard, audible even beyond the high walls, let alone to Zhao Cheng, who lived under the same roof.
Zhao Cheng frowned slightly, paused for a moment, and then continued packing the books he wanted to take away.
Zhao Zheng looked worriedly in the direction of the main courtyard and said, "Father, Grandfather is crying loudly, are you not going to check on him?"
He had seen Grandfather scold people, hit people, and make a scene, but he had never seen him cry, let alone so loudly. Zhao Zheng was quite worried.
Zhao Cheng sighed and said, "You go, if I go, he'll only get angrier, which isn't good for his health."
Zhao Zheng thought that made sense, so he put the book in his hand into the box, "Then I will go and have a look; rest assured, Father, I will fulfill my filial duty to Grandfather on your behalf."
Zhao Cheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
