At that time, all his mind was on his son, pulling strings and finding people, moving up and down.
So he had no idea what the Old Patriarch in the Imperial Capital had gone through, but later vaguely heard that he seemed to have been disciplined and left the Gu Garden.
Such a heartless, ungrateful thing.
Old Master Fang's tears suddenly flowed down. He pointed with trembling fingers at Gu Zhixing, who was squatting in the corner with his head buried in his knees, and let out a low roar, "Old Patriarch, you were right. Back then, I really treated him as my own son. You don't know, I only have Fang Liang as a son, and they were born in the same year. You ask Old Man Gu, the two of us once made a promise that if our children were a boy and a girl, we'd arrange a betrothal... But..."
He was too angry to speak.
Old Man Gu, who stood up along with him, sighed deeply, looking at Old Man Fang in front of him, yet not knowing what to say.
Many years had passed, and they were both old.
