WHIMPER, WHIMPER!
Zhang Ziyu burst into tears, sobbing so hard that his voice and tears came together. He clutched Chen Pingping's hands tightly, shaking slightly, and said with a choked voice, "Ping, thank you."
Chen Pingping felt embarrassed, "What's there to cry about?"
"You don't understand!" Zhang Ziyu continued to sob, "Since I fell into the dried well up until now, everyone in the family, inside and out, as well as the geniuses of Huangzhou, not a single person believed in me."
"How big of a deal is it?" Chen Pingping scolded with a stern face, "You're a grown man. If they don't believe, then let them be. You need to be strong. There's a saying that goes, 'You have to quietly grow, and then amaze everyone.'"
"What does that mean?"
"I mean, you need to train well and then use your great strength to amaze them," Chen Pingping said.
SOB, SOB, SOB...
Zhang Ziyu cried louder, "I understand, Ping!"
Chen Pingping nodded, "Good that you understand."
