Wen Ping tried his best not to be emotional. Even if it was an act, he put on a facade of strength.
At this moment, even a single tear would add more concerns and sorrow to his father's heart.
But no matter how well Wen Ping disguised it, Wen Yan couldn't control his emotions, "Child, it's us who have wronged you."
A man over forty, who had always bled instead of cried, couldn't help but have reddened eyes, tears swirling in them.
He didn't know how much Wen Ping had suffered to find him.
Merely the journey from East Lake to Xuanse Lake revealed its hardships.
"It's nothing, father. I've actually been living quite well, so you don't need to worry about me. After you and mother suddenly disappeared, a senior took me as his disciple, and he's been guiding me to find you everywhere." Wen Ping didn't explain his current situation clearly, as it was too incredible and complex. Now wasn't the time for explanations.
"That's good."
