Especially when this man was still his son, having lost an arm, he became even more unforgiving. He had to find a few people to vent his anger upon, or else he would go mad.,Guo Tiansheng's heart was shattered, but he only had this precious son. He still relied on him to carry on the family line. Although his hands were gone, his seed remained. Now Guo Tiansheng didn't care about anything else. In his lifetime, being able to let Guo Zisheng leave behind a trace of incense for the Guo family was his greatest wish.,Guo Zisheng looked at his father with an extremely eager gaze. When death even became a kind of longing, how sad it was.。