A gust of cold wind blew through the hall and woke the petrified woman in black.
When she woke up, she cried,"No…" Don't ... Mr. Gong, don't. That's my father, my biological father. I really can't, I can't ... I can't do it…"
The tears she cried out were mixed with blood and flowed down like tears of blood.
If outsiders saw this, they would immediately feel sad and pity her.
However, Gong Monan found this scene very interesting…
The struggle he saw was pain. Then, after this struggle and pain, he believed that he would see compromise.
This was the process of a person's self-struggle. How interesting…
" It's your business if you can't do it, " Gong Monan said calmly. " It has nothing to do with me. That's all you can do. I'll either kill you and torture him, or…" You killed him, your biological daughter, and your biological father. It seems ... Not bad…I gave you a choice. Don't say that I don't give you a chance to choose."
