Sze Lingyun was not a girl who cried easily. She had learned from a young age that tears meant nothing.
It was said that children cried often and at everything, so people only comforted them when they were in the mood to. Otherwise, they would be left to cry themselves hoarse, or even mute. No one would pay them any mind.
However, the people of the Wu family and her father... especially her father... had so quickly broken down the walls she had been building around her heart her whole life.
"Dad, you haven't slept for many days. Nothing much is going on here right now. You've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on Old Madam Zhou. You should go back and sleep."
Wu Jingzhong had been really sleepy in the Ministry of Justice's interrogation room. However, after emerging and seeing his daughter, he felt like he could not fall asleep ever again.