"Grandfather..."
This call for help was enough to bring tears to one's eyes and immediately brought to mind how much this child must have suffered outside.
That look of being on the verge of tears, yet with a hint of stubbornness, holding back the pain until he saw his closest and most relied upon person—it all came through in those two words.
But Beichen Ting's expression wasn't looking too good.
Of course, he recognized his beloved grandson at a glance. However, whether his grandson was a treasure or not didn't hinge on his being a grandson, but on his value.
If Beichen Dan had come back in glory, he certainly would have been proud to introduce him to others, saying, "This is my grandson, with the stature of a Celestial."
But the fact that Beichen Dan had appeared before everyone in such a disheveled state honestly made Beichen Ting feel like he had lost all face.
Compared to feeling sorry for his grandson's misfortune, he cared more about his own reputation.