Zhan Chengfeng's cries affected everyone in the room.
This kind of crying wouldn't have such an impact on an ordinary person, but he was a devil controlling a vast crime syndicate.
The devil's cries moved people.
It's like when everyone thinks the devil is going to raise his butcher knife for a massacre, turning the world into a river of blood, but suddenly they see the devil crying weakly, calling out to go home to find his mother.
This suddenly makes people feel that the devil is quite pitiable, like a child who has made a mistake.
To Zhan Juncheng, Zhan Chengfeng was just a child, a lost child who didn't know how to find his way home.
He sighed as he held the heartbroken Zhan Chengfeng in his arms, his old hands stroking his hair, "After all these years, being out there alone, don't you want to come home?"
The word "home" moved Zhan Chengfeng even more, he didn't answer, but cried even harder.
