บท 933: Mei Feng's True Colors (22)

Frowning as well, Shen Zihao asked, "Dad, how are you feeling?"

Dad Xia had never had such an experience.

After a moment, he replied with his face taut, "Zihao, I beg of you, let our Nuannuan go."

Pointing at the reporters outside the hospital, he continued, "Look, Nuannuan has even made the news. Her reputation has been destroyed! How do you expect her to face the world for the rest of her life?"

Lowering his head, tears began to flow as he said, "Zihao, our Nuannuan is an ordinary girl. She is not made for great wealth and fortune, like the Shen family!"

The elderly man, in his fifties now, was crying like a child before Shen Zihao.

Shen Zihao looked at Dad Xia and suddenly was at a loss for words.

After a moment, he pursed his lips and asked, "What about Nuannuan?"

Dad Xia replied, "Now that we've come to this, what else can Nuannuan do?"