"No need to be nervous," Xiao Feng said with a smile. "Although I found some issues, they're minor and won't have much impact."
Wei Xiongwei, however, was tense as he said, "For young people, some minor problems naturally don't have much impact, but my father is already at this age, and even minor issues can't be ignored."
Wei Jianhua echoed, "Brother Xiao, I agree with my father. Illness can strike as fiercely as a tiger, better to catch it early and resolve it. Please, Brother Xiao, make things clear."
Xiao Feng nodded first, praising the filial piety of this father-and-son duo, before pulling out Zhao Guo'an's set of ambiguous and worthless rhetoric.
Simply put, this part is weak, that part is too strong, this one is deficient—Xiao Feng's words left Wei Jianhua and Wei Xiongwei both dumbfounded.
But Wei Lan remained calm and composed, looking as if nothing was wrong.
