Qi Bingshuang saw a hint of relaxation in Huo Dingyuan's expression, tears surging even more: "Father, do you really intend to watch as Zhenzhen and I are driven to death by Qi Wuya? Ah Yue once said, he implored you to ensure my safety."
She was using Huo Yu to soften his heart.
It had always been this way throughout the years.
Qi Wuya's tactics were too ruthless, his moves too rapid.
And he was incredibly skilled at deception.
To her dismay, it wasn't until today that she realized the wolf-like ambition beneath his sheep's clothing.
She had to devise a response strategy as soon as possible.
Had the situation not been entirely in Qi Wuya's favor, she would never have sought aid from Huo Dingyuan.
Thinking of the person they had just mentioned made a flicker of disgust pass through her eyes.
Huo Dingyuan did not see the trace of disgust in Qi Bingshuang's eyes.
He was immersed in the anguish over his youngest child's untimely death, silent for a long stretch.
