He was so happy that he couldn't even be bothered to hide the expression on his face.
How could Gong Monan not be happy? What he liked the most was the scene in front of him.
The person he had hated for so many years was now suffering from both mental and physical torture. There was nothing more painful than a father who treated his daughter as the apple of his eye being killed by his beloved daughter.
Father Zheng, who was on the ground, whimpered like a dying old beast struggling before its death.
Father Zheng looked at his beloved daughter in pain and shouted like a madman,It wasn't me, it wasn't me who poisoned him. Gong Monan, you must have framed me…It wasn't me...
His daughter, whom he had held in his hands since she was young. He had always felt that his daughter loved him as much as she loved her own daughter.
But why, in the end…Would it become like this?
Gong Monan…This devil was too terrifying. How could he have such a vicious heart?
