Ding Yuejia and Le Tian were dragged out to Mo Tian's side.
"Le Tian." Ding Junqi looked at the person who appeared in the video. There were bluish-purple bruises on her face, and in her arms was the pale-faced Ding Yuejia. "Yuejia—"
"Yuejia—" Mrs. Ding, who was being held up with her husband's support, saw her grandson and called out with a trembling voice.
"My girl, you are my most successful test subject, but you are too disobedient," Mo Tian said as he smiled at the camera. It felt like he directed the smile at Mo Fei. "I raised you, so you should understand me. I like to kill nine generations."
Like an emperor.
"Look, I've found the family that abandoned you," Mo Tian said, his smile widened elegantly.
"If you're so great, then come out. What's the point of hiding?" Mo Fei snapped angrily. "Furthermore, you said that they are my family? Mo Tian, I have no family. I have no parents. Have you forgotten? You told me this yourself."
