"I will not see him."
Jiang Feng's mind was made up. He was no longer the Jiang Feng of old; the years had worn away his edges and dulled his sharpness. Now, the only thing that interested Jiang Feng was reviving the fish maiden and spending his life with the woman he loved. That was his sole wish.
Jiang Feng did not insist further and looked at Jiang Xiaobai, saying, "Young Master, then the matters of the family must fall upon your shoulders."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Grandfather, please do not call me that. I am your grandson, Xiaobai!"
Jiang Feng replied, "There is a hierarchy, and I, Jiang Feng, am but a servant. I dare not forget my place."
Jiang Yuren said, "Uncle Feng, Xiaobai was raised by your hands. The debt of raising him is greater than that of birth; you are indeed his true grandfather!"
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Yes, grandfather, I have never seen myself as some young master, nor have I ever regarded you as a servant!"
