Old Master Zhang grew more and more angry as he thought about it.
Zhang Zhentian was tossing and turning in his bedroom, unable to fall asleep.
"I don't know what Dad is thinking, or what he's decided. Ah, it's all my fault. If I hadn't tried to cover for Xia Jing, things wouldn't have turned out like this. Who would have thought that Xia Jing had already gone to Dad and told him everything about Li Jiayuan so clearly, while I was still acting like a fool, lying for her in front of my own dad." Zhang Zhentian felt irritated. Even though he had selfishly hidden things for Xia Jing's sake, his intentions were good. But he never imagined that his meddling would backfire, not only failing to lessen Old Master Zhang's misunderstanding of Xia Jing but instead deepening it.
