Wu Xiujie looked at Wu Hong and fell silent for a moment before speaking, "Thank you for coming to see me. I have not provided you with the grace of upbringing, but I acknowledge your kindness."
Wu Hong was stunned, then his voice became somewhat choked up, "Father may not have the grace of upbringing, but he gave me the grace of birth. Without you, there wouldn't be me. If a person forgets their own roots, then they are less than an animal."
Wu Xiujie looked at Wu Hong in surprise, a slight smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, though it was unclear what that smile signified. He waved his hand and said, "Alright, I know you've come to see me. Hurry up and leave, don't get dragged down by me."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and paid no more attention to Wu Hong.
Wu Hong stood outside for a long time and then turned to leave.
Their actions and conversation, of course, were relayed word for word to the higher-ups.