He believed that Mu Yazhe entirely had the potential to do so!
Still, she was his daughter; regardless of her deeds, he could not watch his progeny die before him.
Past caring about his face, he knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed to the man. "Master Mu! Master Mu! Master Mu, I'm begging you! Please spare my daughter! Xiaoqian is still young and insensible! It's entirely my responsibility if she got into trouble!"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Over and over again, he kowtowed and banged his head hard against the tough and cold marble floor.
The man, however, remained indifferent and did not even look at him.
Feeling increasingly frantic, he crawled on his knees and grabbed onto the man's straight and smart trousers. He pleaded tearfully, "Master Mu… she's my only daughter! I… I'm begging you, please let her off! Please… please!"
