"Might Lin An be in danger?"
Atop the administrative building in the main city area, Zheng Ling expressed her concerns with unease.
"Yes."
Liu Yuanmou narrowed his eyes, gazing at the figure that seemed like a torch in the darkness, glanced at Zheng Ling, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Do you care about him that much?"
Zheng Ling bit her lower lip and did not speak.
Good grief, Mr. Liu's face turned utterly dark.
It felt like raising tender bok choy for a long time only for it to run to a pig's mouth, begging to be devoured.
Truth be told, Mr. Liu did not consider himself a good person; he had betrayed countless others. Apart from offering his loyalty to Mr. Lu, the girl before him was the one he had painstakingly raised.
Raising a child is not easy, especially a girl with dual souls, which is even more troublesome.
Acting both as a master and a father, he had brought her up with great hardship.
And she ended up falling for Lin An, who brought about her own tragedy?
