Cui Qi was left alone in the interrogation room. Cui Qi clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with gloom and hatred.
Mark.
He wanted Mark to die!
Only when Mark was dead could the anger in his heart dissipate.
Cui Qi recalled how his father had left the palace with him. At that time, he had asked curiously, "Dad, why did you bring me to the president?"
In the past, his father often brought his brother to and from the palace.
He remembered very clearly that his father had patted his head and said with a smile, "The Cui family's mission is to protect the president. You're getting older. You should get to know the president more often and learn how to protect him."
"Dad, I can't work in the palace now, right?"
