Zhang Ying watched the two men warily.
It was not the look one gives to family, rather it resembled the look given to an enemy.
Zhang Tieniu's smile gradually became awkward.
"Are you still holding a grudge against dad? At the time, dad was careless and didn't notice many things. By the time I realized, it was too late, and now I'm filled with regret," he said.
Zhang Ying frowned, "Don't talk about those useless things. What do you want to do?"
There was a time in her childhood when Zhang Ying very much looked forward to her father's affection.
Whenever Zhang Tieniu came back from the fields, she would run to the doorway and gaze at Zhang Tieniu with adoring eyes.
However, Zhang Tieniu would always walk past her as if she was invisible and pick up the other two children.
Eventually, Zhang Ying stopped expecting anything.
Without expectation, there was no disappointment.