"No, I beg you. We live in the same village. You have to save me!" Wang Zecheng cried.
"As I have said, it depends on you. You should think about it," Wang Yao said.
Wang Zecheng thought about the bad things he had done, even the things that he did when he was a child, such as stealing or peering at women bathing.
"Wait!" He suddenly thought of something and looked very solemn. "Is it because of my dad?"
"Uncle Yulong? What do you think?" Wang Yao asked.
"I will change. I will change when I go back," Wang Zecheng awkwardly said.
"OK, go back." Wang Yao did not care whether he understood or not.
"Please give me a prescription," Wang Zecheng said.
"I can't. If there isn't anything else, you should go back." Wang Yao sent the guest out.
Wang Zecheng lowered his head and kept silent for a while. "I am ill because I am not filial!"