Duanmu Linglong walked back to her office like a walking corpse.
The pain on her face was still burning.
The slap from Duanmu Kuang hit not only her face but also her heart.
Why was Murong Feng here?
What exactly had her father done to him?
Could her father really be a member of the Beast Organization?
In her mind, she repeatedly thought of her father's behavior over the past year, which had become much more secretive than before.
Just then, the door to the office was pushed open.
Duanmu Kuang walked in.
As if she had known that he would come, Duanmu Linglong didn't speak.
Duanmu Kuang also remained silent, sat down in front of her, and father and daughter sat face to face without their gazes ever meeting.
Like two complete strangers.
After a long while, Duanmu Kuang finally spoke.
"Dad knows you hate me, but I have my compelling reasons. I didn't want to do this either, but I had to," he said.
"What a compelling reason,"
