"Grandfather, you must think of a way to save Zheng Ming and his family!" Zheng Jingren knelt on the ground, pleading earnestly.
Among Zheng Yongen's descendants, the ugliest was undoubtedly Zheng Jingren, but he was also, without a doubt, the one Zheng Yongen appreciated the most.
Even though Zheng Jingren had left the Zheng Family, Zheng Yongen's concern for him had never lessened. Seeing his grandson return alive, a trace of a smile appeared on Zheng Yongen's face.
However, looking at Zheng Jingren kneeling on the ground, Zheng Yongen said with a face full of helplessness, "My grandson, do you think your grandfather is able to solve this matter?"
These words were spoken very calmly by Zheng Yongen, but hidden within that calmness was a sense of powerlessness.
Zheng Jingren could feel his grandfather's powerlessness. Indeed, it wasn't something his grandfather could solve.
But he, Zheng Jingren, truly had no other means besides coming to his grandfather.