Lu Yuanhe said, "My child, I have spent some time with you and have come to understand you a bit. You have patience and compassion for me, why don't you have any for your dad?"
Weilan turned away her face, not wanting to speak.
"Your dad has made mistakes, but they aren't unforgivable," Lu Yuanhe refrained from lecturing Weilan.
Weilan said coldly, "Dad, a middle-aged man has had a child with a woman nearly the same age as his own daughter. The child is already three years old now, and the mistress is only twenty-three, just one year older than me. She's been with him since she was eighteen. Tell me, isn't such a man beyond redemption?"
Lu Yuanhe was stunned and looked at Weilan in astonishment, "You know?"
Hearing this, Weilan was also startled and then realized something; she said to her father-in-law, "You know too?"
Lu Yuanhe slightly composed himself and let out a sigh, "I found out about this matter not long ago. Many men do this—"