"My dear Brother Hai, listen to me please. You can only leave after the press conference ends tomorrow." Zheng Jiawei seldom spoke toughly like this time.
"No way. You tell them that I’m sick and can’t speak. Therefore, it’s of no use even if I am there," while stroking his small mustache, Wu Hai said firmly.
"We can’t do like that. The journalists tomorrow are said to be really tough to handle. Elder Brother, please stay, please." Zheng Jiawei was so anxious that he called Wu Hai whatever he could think of.
"Stop it. Ok, I stay." Wu Hai could cope with Zheng Jiawei very easily even if he cried. But once he called him elder brother, Wu Hai had no idea how to refuse this brother-in-law of him. After all, he had to show due respect to his sister, Wu Ling’s feelings.
"Excellent. Listen, you go to the press conference tomorrow. After that, you can go back home for a meal and then come back at once. I can handle everything here," Zheng Jiawei murmured to Wu Hai.
