Chapter 305: Asking the Drunkard to Treat an Illness

Now, he bore no resemblance to the domineering king of the gambling arena, who feared neither heaven nor earth, disregarded others, and instilled fear in everyone.

"Atang, have you eaten?" Old Bai spoke with some difficulty, each word seeming to exhaust all his strength, every sentence extremely hard to utter.

"I've eaten, I've eaten, Grandpa, are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll have someone make it for you," Bai Tang said, choking up.

"Grandpa isn't hungry, Atang, have you been naughty and playful again, intentionally smashing the lamp in the room?"

This sentence almost caused Bai Tang to lose control of his tears.

As a child, he would break a lamp every so often, and Grandpa would often chase him with a willow twig, but he knew Grandpa was only pretending to chase him for fun, never truly wanting to hit him.

Since his parents had died, his Grandpa had started to diminish the family's power, forcing him into business studies for his future's sake.