"Grandpa!"
Zhao Qingtang stood up. Her clear eyes looked at Zhao Xuefeng, with worry written all over her face.
She knew that the matter had been deeply buried in her grandpa's heart for many years. It had become his heart demon, constantly troubling him, and his insomnia had been worsening.
If this were made public, with his character, how could he bear it!
Seeing his granddaughter's concern, Zhao Xuefeng waved his hand, "Qingtang, it's alright. Grandpa has come to terms with it. Just like Mr. Luu Xun wrote, 'True warriors dare to face the bleak life and daringly confront dripping blood.' If I can't even face this matter, what face would I have to be called 'sir'?"
'Sir' is an honorific, meaning the first among equals, implying a teacher.
"Everyone faces countless hurdles in life, five years ago, I had a hurdle I couldn't overcome..."
The matter is like this, five years ago, Zhao Xuefeng was already known as 'sir.'
