"Angry? How could I be? You're my baby brother. I took care of your food, clothes, and schooling as a child. How could I be angry with you?" Wang Zhengguo, simple and honest as always, said, "You've made something out of yourself, the whole family is living in the city, I'm so comforted, happy, not angry, not angry, even if I haven't seen you in ten or eight years, I'm not angry. Knowing you're doing well is all I need."
Just as Wang Zhengjun began to feel something was off, Wang Zhengguo swiftly turned to Li Dazhu and said: "Comrade, could you give me a hand? I'm getting on in years, not as strong as I used to be. Could you help me unload the things?"
With that said, he heaved a deep sigh full of the melancholy of an elder.