Fang Yunzheng's liver fire had been raging lately.
His son's situation had left him burning with anguish. Whenever he thought of the miserable sight of his son being sent back reduced to a skeleton, Fang Laoliu wanted to leave the mountain with sword in hand and destroy the world.
He went to complain and vent his anger to Dongfang Sansan.
Dongfang Sansan immediately began with a heartfelt lament: "Sixth Brother, our son... Ah, it hasn't been easy for him. He's such a good child. When he was sent back, my heart ached so much... Feng Yunqi kept telling me not to cry..."
"...It really hasn't been easy..."
"I, Dongfang Sansan, am unworthy of being his uncle... Sixth Brother! We have to treat the child better from now on... Where could anyone find such a good child..."
"Leaving everything else aside, leave the child's marriage to me..."
"Sixth Brother, I can't say this to anyone else. Only when you message me can I proudly and shamefully tell you about it. Ah, this really is... I feel comforted, heartsick, proud, and yet I can't help feeling that our older generation is so useless..."
"Just think, if the two of us had been a little more capable back then, the child wouldn't have had to fight so desperately now. When I think about it, it really is..."
"..."
Fang Yunzheng had originally gone there to demand an explanation, but after chatting with Dongfang Sansan, his heart was soon soothed. Comfort, satisfaction, heartache, bitterness, shame... All kinds of emotions became tangled together, and he joined Dongfang Sansan in sighing deeply.
He even gave Dongfang Sansan a proper round of consolation.
"Don't be too sentimental, Big Brother. The children have grown up. Isn't it only right for them to help shoulder some of our burdens?"