"But his eyes were so bright, whenever he looked at your mom, that fondness couldn't be hidden."
"At that time, I told your grandma, this young man is honest, treats people sincerely, and is worth associating with."
Li Zhenhua paused, then sighed:
"Later, when your family moved, and there was no elevator in the building, he single-handedly carried the heaviest refrigerator from the first floor to the ninth, his face turned purple, yet he didn't utter a word."
"How could such a hardworking and responsible man possibly be the cruel fiend the newspapers described?"
These words were spoken by the old man to Fang Cheng.
He feared that the seventeen-year-old stigma would leave a shadow in his grandson's heart, making him doubt his father.
It was as much about resolving his grandson's emotional knot as it was about repeatedly affirming to himself that he hadn't misjudged him.
Fang Cheng listened quietly, holding the umbrella over his mother's head, shielding her from the cold rain.
