Bai Xiaosheng looked at him with certainty, "In Huaxia, there's a saying, 'The deceased are gone, the living must live on.' Those who have passed are already gone, and the living should strive to live well every day, so that the departed souls can find peace in another world. Besides, in this world, we still have people we care about, don't we."
Bai Xiaosheng snapped his fingers.
Rogge's throat bobbed, and he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I think you're right."
Bai Xiaosheng smiled, "Actually, what I want to discuss privately with you is about Mr. Tieluoga."
Hearing Tieluoga's name, Rogge perked up.
Although Tieluoga was not his biological son, over the years, he had poured all his emotions into him, and it was as if he were even more than a biological son.
For Tieluoga, he would do anything.
