Jian Qing, "Grandpa, even if that man has some relation to my mother, I will not let anyone who harmed my mother off. I will seperate the two matters."
Jian Qing's gaze hardened, "Little Qingqing, don't force yourself. If you can't bear it, leave it to Grandpa."
That man, although he hadn't done anything wrong, his family had hurt his daughter, which was an undeniable fact.
His very own precious daughter, whom Jian Qing had cherished since she was little, was harmed by the An Family. He could never let them off the hook.
Jian Qing lowered her eyes, staring at her own toes, and said faintly, "No, Grandpa, I will not show mercy to those who hurt my mother."
If it wasn't for her and Luoluo's determination to personally avenge their mother, Grandpa would have already taken action on Zhou Qi and the others when he went to Beijing to pick them up.
Mr. Jian grunted in agreement.
"Sis, that man, you..." Jian Luo wanted to say something but stopped.
