"Sigh..."
Old Yuan sighed once more, dragging himself slowly outside.
"Dear, don't meddle blindly!"
Seeing Old Yuan head out, Mrs. Zeng quickly reminded him, afraid that this troublesome old man of hers would get involved again. They had just decided to stop interfering; they couldn't go back to the way things were.
Besides, their son was no spring chicken; he was already a father himself and should have his own opinions by now.
"I know!"
Old Yuan replied sullenly, feeling irritable, and walked out on his own.
In fact, Old Yuan had already made up his mind not to continue assisting. However, at this moment, he felt he should still fulfill his final duty as a father.
...
Yuan Zhaodi stormed out, not going far, just wandering around the fields, blowing off steam.
Old Yuan found him easily.
Seeing his father, Yuan Zhaodi called out meekly, like a wronged wife, "Dad."
Old Yuan looked at Yuan Zhaodi, sighed, and said, "Fourth Son, can you tell me what you're thinking?"
