"Qiangwei... Qiangwei! I'm your dad, you can't treat me like this!"
Yet, no matter how loudly he yelled, the figure in the garden never turned back.
Returning to the living room, Gu Qiangwei sank into the sofa, her eyes hollow and desolate.
It wasn't until the sound of footsteps approached that she looked up, meeting Qin Sijue's gaze as he walked in.
"How do you plan to deal with him?" she asked softly, her voice somewhat choked and hoarse.
"How would you like to deal with him?" He took a seat beside her, his deep eyes fixed on her face, which clearly showed traces of tears.
Gu Qiangwei looked down, feeling somewhat at a loss inside.
After all, he was her father, the man who had given her life.
But this very father had almost destroyed her life by his own hands.
"How about giving him to that lion as lunch?"
His words were light as a feather, but they made Gu Qiangwei abruptly look up in shock at the man sitting calmly before her.
