Xiangjiang, Mountain Villa.
Qin Tianming left silently and stepped into the moonlight.
His expression was sad, but his blood was boiling.
In the villa behind him, he could still faintly hear his father Qin Lu's heart - wrenching screams. The voice was very clear. It didn't sound like a nightmare at all. Instead, it sounded like he was experiencing something in another world.
He remembered that it should have been thirty - five years ago. He was in his twenties and full of vigor. As the eldest son of the Qin clan in Xiangjiang city, Qin Tianming naturally placed himself in the position of the heir and considered many things.
However, that time, he had vowed to ask for funds, but in the end, he had failed.
It was her father who bought her losses in the name of a listed company, and she was thrown into the cold Palace.
She didn't expect that he would still remember the words he had scolded her at that time even though he was already an old man.
