Impossible to Guard Against

That year, Zhang Ziliang was twenty.

Zhang Xiao was five.

Because the orphanage had disbanded, an old Taoist priest adopted Mao Yong'an, while he himself somehow became a rich second-generation heir.

As for Zhang Xiao...

She ended up on the streets and eventually stood outside a small house, asking for a bowl of porridge.

With no memories, from that day onward...

Her surname became Zhang.

So, Zhang Ziliang was nineteen years older than her.

She was twenty-three this year, Zhang Ziliang was forty-two, and although Li Xinghe was a little older than Zhang Ziliang and looked old, he was actually only around forty-three or forty-four.

In other words...

Where had he gotten a grandson around Zhang Xiao's age?

Unless this guy had been diligent from childhood, working overtime around the clock, there was no way.

Li Xinghe froze for a moment, then picked up his cup again and took a sip.

His hand was still trembling slightly.

Only this time...

It was not an act.

"Can I choose not to say?"

Li Xinghe's voice was a little hoarse as he raised his head and glanced at Wang Ye with cloudy eyes.

"Can I choose not to donate?"

Wang Ye replied just as calmly.

He understood.

Li Xinghe nodded naturally. "It was nothing much, really. When I was young, I married the village flower from our village."

"At the time... Zhang Ziliang must have been jealous out of his mind."

Li Xinghe's voice carried an air of age and hardship, as though he had sunk into memories of those days.

Those eyes were full of stories.

Was it a tragedy?

Wang Ye frowned slightly. If this was merely Li Xinghe's private matter and had nothing to do with the bigger picture, then asking about it would be like reopening an old