Xiaoqi was already used to being stabbed in the heart. As time passed, he did not care anymore. He excitedly introduced the treasures in his house to him. They were all his favorites, and his mother had bought them for him.
When Ling Sheng went out after reading the script, she saw her father walk out of the washroom. She frowned strangely. "Father, why aren't you home yet?"
Huo Ci choked on another mouthful of blood. He wasn't replying, so why was there no end to the interrogation? He gave her a disdainful look. "It's all thanks to your good son. He kept making a scene and refusing to let me go."
Then, he straightened his back proudly and strode toward Xiaoqi's bedroom.
Ling Sheng was speechless.
