Wen Dayou coughed subconsciously.
For the first time in his life, he was being stared at by so many people, and he was not used to it.
His originally stooped body could not help but bend even lower.
His eyes stared at a spot where the paint had fallen off at the corner of the defendant's table. He muttered, "Someone who called himself Gu Xiangwen came to us seven times, asking for our help to meet his daughter, Miss Gu."
"Initially Shouyi's mother and I didn't want to meddle in this kind of thing, but he kept crying and crying."
"Seeing a grown man crying like this, Shouyi's mother and I were soft-hearted and couldn't stand it. In the end, we agreed."
"He told us that he wouldn't make things difficult for us, and that he also wouldn't put us at risk. As long as we found an opportunity to tell Miss. Gu, she would come out and meet him herself."
"I then found an opportunity to tell Miss. Gu."
