Wan'er looked at Jiang Ping and said.
"Daddy, let's go back."
Jiang Ping nodded and walked quickly to the little girl's side. He took the little girl's hand and walked directly to the second floor of the inn.
Wen Lin, who was originally rolling on the ground, also stopped wailing and slowly stood up.
Wen Quanyong, who was kneeling in front of the inn's entrance, seemed to have lost his mind.
He kept kowtowing and kept apologizing.
No one in the crowd dared to make a sound.
Only the sound of Wen Quanyong's head hitting the bricks on the greenstone floor and his apology could be heard in the surroundings.
Wen Lin slowly walked to Wen Quanyong's side.
He reached out his hand and pressed on his son's shoulder.
Wen Quanyong seemed to have no consciousness and kept kowtowing and apologizing.
