Old Master Zhang was beside himself with anger at his own precious son. He had not expected that his son would actually use such a tone to speak to him, his father. He had always thought that deep down, his son respected him, the father, but it now seemed that all of that was merely a self-deception.
Perhaps in his son's eyes, he, the father, was truly worthless. He had never cared about what kind of life his father truly wanted. His son had only ever been interested in what he considered to be beneficial. When would his child be able to understand the crux of the matter, to think about where such actions would leave his father and the immense upset and deep hurt it would bring to every member of the family?
