After listening to Zhang Shaoting's account, Yang Chen frowned deeply.
Yang Chen turned his gaze to Zhang Xingzhou and asked in a deep voice, "Elder, is this the case?"
Zhang Xingzhou lowered his aged face and remained silent for a moment.
Looking at Zhang Xingzhou's graying hair, Yang Chen waited quietly.
Some things absolutely cannot be guessed at; one must clearly hear the true situation.
Zhang Qishan was also full of conflicting emotions, wanting to speak but holding back, occasionally glancing at Zhang Xingzhou.
Without a word from his father, he naturally dared not speak recklessly.
After a long time, Zhang Xingzhou finally lifted his head and sighed, "I can also guess, this must be retribution, just like my lung disease."
Yang Chen didn't respond, quietly watching Zhang Xingzhou.
