"Dad!" a woman named Yue Ru said with a look of difficulty, walking over to Elder Dong and whispered, "There are so many people here, please save some face for Yaoming. Otherwise, how can he face anyone in the future?"
Elder Dong glanced at the woman, then looked at Vice Mayor He opposite him, his gaze sharp as ever, watching as the couple both lowered their heads.
"You want face, and Xiao Qin doesn't deserve face? Face is something you earn for yourself. Do you think you have face if you don't apologize? As a man, as a Vice Mayor, if you don't have the courage to take responsibility, preferring to wrongly accuse others for the sake of so-called face, what sort of future can you have, and what face do you have to talk about serving the people?"
The more Elder Dong spoke, the angrier he became; by the end, his arms were trembling. Shangguan Wan quickly supported Elder Dong, saying, "Grandfather, don't get too worked up."