Lan Qianfan had almost gone insane. He wanted to go crazy because he could sense clearly that millions of eyes were on him. They were filled with disposal, sneer, gloat, etc.
Even Jiang Ming rather sympathized with him. He felt Lan Qianfan was quite miserable and he even felt sorry for him.
"Lan, tell me, is she my daughter?" Immortal King Gou asked again with hints of annoyance, "Even if you don't tell, I'll learn about it soon."
"I-I-I…" Lan Qianfan stammered. However, each time he opened his mouth to speak, he was filled with burning flames of extreme anger.
He had been marinating in resentment as he vividly recalled those three years. At that time, while he was sealed, he was placed standing facing the bed. Quietly he stood, as though he was a drawing. Quietly he had to watch all those positions on his bed that made him mad.
