Zhang Zhentian and Xia Jing rose early that morning, stepping into the living room together, they saw Old Master Zhang sitting there, cradling their child. The sight of their baby smiling contentedly in Old Master Zhang's arms filled them with a sudden reluctance; at times they couldn't help but wonder: were their actions right or wrong? It was their own child; how could they be so heartless as to abandon him here and leave alone? The moment this thought surfaced in Xia Jing's mind, she hurriedly snuffed it out. No, she couldn't allow such thoughts to take hold. Those would only soften her resolve. To achieve great things, to be able to leave, one had to have a hardened heart.
Old Master Zhang looked up and saw Xia Jing and Zhang Zhentian standing at the top of the stairs. Assuming they had something to ask him, he waved them over and then said to Aunt Xu, "Aunt Xu, could you please take the child for a moment? I have something to discuss with Xia Jing and Zhentian."