And the retribution that followed was being abandoned by everyone, with nobody truly trustworthy by his side, no one with whom to speak honestly.
Even with overwhelming power and enormous wealth, he struggled to win a single heart, to earn a bit of affection, living as though he were dead...
The moment he learned of Xiaoqiao's existence, he felt a surge of excitement and surprise, thinking perhaps there was still a chance for redemption but now, he realized that her arrival was not to save him to heaven, but to thoroughly cast him into hell...
Huo Yandong's face turned ashen in an instant, as if he aged ten years. He looked at the girl in front of him who was aiming a gun at him with deep hostility.
She resembled him so much, inheriting his decisiveness and cruelty, his forbearance and tenacity, but he knew she was completely different from him because she grew up in the sunlight.
"Girl, come here," Huo Yandong's voice was low.
