"The Ouyang Family still has the old general to support them; certainly, while you're here, the family's status won't decline. But what about a hundred years from now?"
Ouyang Zhen felt a complex mix of emotions upon hearing this.
His son was mediocre, having been squeezed into the military by him, serving as a political commissar in a certain military district. The chance for further promotion was extremely slim. His daughter, on the other hand, was far more capable, managing the business left by her maternal grandfather with great orderliness. Her husband, Lai Wenyan, would definitely make further progress in the future.
But no matter how good the daughter and son-in-law were, they did not contribute to the glory of the Ouyang Family.
Now, with his grandson getting into this sort of trouble, Ouyang Zhen felt exhausted both in body and spirit. In an instant, he seemed to have aged by ten years.
