My son burst into tears with a wail and sobbed,
"H - he's Bran's father. Once, when Bran was bullying me, he just stood by and watched. He even said I deserved to be beaten and that I was a useless little wolf cub."
Hearing my son's words, I was thoroughly enraged
At this moment, some spectators in the exhibition hall gathered around. Not knowing the truth, seeing the middle - aged werewolf exuding the imposing pressure of a high - level werewolf and wearing gorgeous spiritual - pattern clothes, while I was dressed simply, they all sided with the middle - aged werewolf.
"Maybe there's really been a mistake. Just leave quickly," one person said.
"Exactly. Don't delay everyone from enjoying the painting exhibition. Maybe this painting is really passed down in his family. Stop pestering,
