Old Master Zhang slept comfortably, but Zhang Zhentian didn't. After being caught drinking by Old Master Zhang, he had to return to his room and perform a handstand. It was a family rule: if caught sneaking alcohol, you had to do a handstand for the entire night. Even while performing the punishment, Zhang Zhentian's mind wandered as he thought about where Xia Jing might have gone. He recalled that if he hadn't been so distracted that day—accidentally scalding his father with hot water—he would've certainly found out who Xia Jing went to see at the company.
"Sigh, it's all my fault. I should just accept the punishment and deal with this properly. Tomorrow, I'll ask Dad again about it. Yes, that's the plan," Zhang Zhentian decided.
With a furrowed brow, Zhang Zhentian gazed at the sky outside. He was waiting for morning to come. Handstanding like this, every passing minute felt as long as a century.
Late night.
