On a rainy night in Paris, he cornered her, who was accused of plagiarism: "90 million, either marry me or go to jail!"
In front of others, he was in control of the situation: "Mrs. Fu, my person." Behind the scenes, imprisoned by the wind and snow, he covered her ears tightly and whispered: "Wanwan, close your eyes, I am here."
When his mother's manuscript tore apart the calm, he held her hand and stepped into the eye of the storm: "Are you afraid?" She held it back, eyes sparkling with fire: "I'm afraid you'll leave me..."
