Face all the storms calmly, one day you will make a name for yourself.
Old Master Zhang saw his grandson running out, and suddenly a bad premonition arose in his mind. He saw his grandson, whose face was devoid of any color, running out, and he knew this would definitely not turn out well.
"What are you two standing there for? Hurry up and go chase your son! Do you really want to see him get into trouble?" Old Master Zhang shouted loudly at Zhang Zhentian and Xia Jing. The cause of the whole matter was originally between the two of them, yet they did not want to chase their son, and this made him, as a grandfather, feel terribly uncomfortable.
"I'll go after him right away. You stay here, sit here, don't run around, and wait for me to come back!"
After Zhang Zhentian finished speaking to his father, he turned and ran out. He also had a bad feeling; he did not want his son to get hurt because of him. If that happened, he would never forgive himself.
