Wen zhihuai stood up abruptly and glared at old Mr. Wen with anger burning in his eyes.
"All for my own good? Then have you ever thought that all this is for my own good? do I really need it? Have you ever experienced what kind of life I've been living all these years? Dad, please, I beg you, don't interfere in my Affairs and Mu Chu's Affairs, please, please, please, Yingluo!"
Old Mr. Wen was so angry that his heart ached.
He raised his hand and covered his heart that was in pain.
He pointed at Wen zhihuai while panting heavily.
