Wen Gui smiled when he saw that Sun Yahui was trembling in fear and terror, it was clear that he seemed to have realized the mistake that he had committed.
No, it was a sin. A sin he should have never committed, he should have never touched his daughter, his precious Mo Qiang.
In the past, if Wen Gui faced someone who stepped on his bottom line, and trembled like this, he would have been pleased. He would have even laughed as he enjoyed the fear that he drew out from his victims.
However, he did not feel the joy in his heart this time, all he felt was rage and desolation in his heart. No matter what he did now, his daughter… would not come back.
As this thought flashed in his mind, Wen Gui felt his heart tremble. There was a heaviness that kept pressing on his heart and Wen Gui had no idea how to shake it off. He could only remember the time when Mo Qiang returned from outside when she was thrown out by her mother.
