Zhang Zhentian really didn't know how to approach his father about this. Clearly, these matters weren't all that serious, yet his father had chosen to make everything so complicated. If only it could be simpler, would things not have ended up like this? He truly didn't understand—why couldn't his father grasp the fact that constant arguments over something so simple only brought greater harm to both sides? Why did his father still not understand this principle?
"Big Denture, how many times do I have to explain this to you? How many times do I have to tell you—this was never my intention? Yet you keep blaming me for everything again and again. Have you ever stopped to think about my feelings? What do you take me for? Do you really think I'm incapable of feeling softness, of feeling pain?"
