The more frantically Zhan Chengfeng roared, the more it showed how much he cared about his father.
Everyone present could see his emotional turmoil.
The more he hated his father, the more it proved how much he loved him.
From childhood to adulthood, his father gave him the best, wanted him to become successful, to become the pillar of talent his father expected. He strived along the path his father laid out for him, but because of a love he couldn't attain, he let himself walk a completely opposite path.
Regret it? He didn't know.
Sad? He was very sad.
After leaving home for so many years, he actually longed for the warmth of home, longed for family, longed to confide in his father.
But for these years, he didn't have a single family member, never experienced a shred of home's warmth. To balance this loss, he made himself become increasingly cold-blooded, constantly talking about killing Zhan Moxiao just to stabilize his own unwavering mentality.
