Zou Yue glanced at Hary in shock. The timid looking guy had a really sharp tongue. He did not expect the old Murong to be tongue tied by simple questions like this.
'Maybe resorting to violence might not be the answer.. Lets act along,' Zou Yue swiftly sniffed. "i... my mother did not hate you grandpa.. She.... she was so sacred that you might hurt my father..." she sobbed placing her head on Hary's shoulder.
Everyone close to their ear shot gasped.
"is that true, mister Murong? Is that why your daughter ran away?"
"Answer us please. We have to know. Did your really appose of your daughter's marriage because of her lover's social standing."
"Mister Murong!"
The reporters caught on and pounded Murong yang with unending question.
Zou Yue wiped his eyes clean. 'He won't answer me if I ask anything privately. let's pressure him even more.'
