"This is all my money, Dad."
Recalling the moment Qiao Yin saw her father being beaten up by a bunch of people last night, she was still distressed: "Once I earn more, I will send it to you. Please put your safety first."
Yet, Qiao Haidong was fuming: "Don't you consider me as your father anymore? Why do you find it so hard to lend me some money? Are you still about to divorce Lingche? I tell you, I will never allow it! I don't care how you get it; you must get 40 million from the Lu family as soon as possible. Or I will turn into a corpse! If you still have a shred of respect for me, then send me the money right now!"
She felt a rush of blood to her head. Just as she was about to say something, the call was ended on the other line.
Qiao Haidong had hung up the call.
Qiao Yin laid her mobile phone down weakly, her hands cupping her face, stopping her tears from falling.
