Like father, like daughter. This father and daughter are too kind!”
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Wei Ying used Zhang Ye’s poem to express her feelings for her father. After the poem, the atmosphere also became its saddest!
Editor Wei’s elder sister slumped on the ground, crying, “Brother! Don’t worry! Our family will take care of Little Ying! We will not let her suffer!”
Editor Wei’s younger brother said with a blackened face, “Brother! I know you had been suppressed in the unit all these years! You did not receive any bonuses or overtime payments! You were even ordered around to do this and that! You were driven to your death! Rest in peace! I will definitely seek justice for you!”