Wen Liangyu tightly closed his eyes, ignoring him, but a tear slowly slid down the corner of his eye.
With Wenger's keen eyesight, he could tell there was drama the moment he saw it and urgently lowered his voice, saying, "When you were a child, I made kites for you and accidentally cut my finger until it bled; when you had a high fever without relenting, it was I who held you in my arms all night to soothe you to sleep; since you've taken charge of Rock City, implementing numerous policies under immense pressure, I have been the one to bear it for you. Be honest with yourself, when have I ever gone against your wishes?"
Wen Liangyu opened his mouth but could not get the words out, and then heard Wenger continue to say:
"Yu'er, Yu'er! You're so much more filial than Jin'er. Even if you are a Half-demon, you're still the flesh of my flesh, the blood of my blood. Can you really watch your father die with your eyes wide open?" By the end, he couldn't help but roar out loud.
