Ye Xingbei shared the inhumane deeds of the Xu Family with Lingyue.
Even though Lingyue was only eight years old, Ye Xingbei no longer saw him as a child.
She didn't worry that Lingyue wouldn't understand.
As a matter of fact, Lingyue indeed understood.
His gaze shifted from surprise, to anger, then to hatred, and finally to calmness.
He looked at Senior Master Xiang, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "... Gr-Grandpa?"
"Yes! Good boy, I am your grandpa! I am your grandpa!" Senior Master Xiang could no longer control himself, and he hugged Lingyue tightly, crying out loud.
In his life, besides when his wife passed away, he had never shed a tear.
But today, he couldn't contain his grief and his crying was more unkempt than ever.
Holding Lingyue, he thought of his late wife and the daughter he never met. His heart felt as if it had been torn into a thousand pieces.