Yaoyao was the illegitimate daughter of Nie Daojun, who had been fostered in Hong Kong, a fact he had never mentioned to anyone.
Now that Zhou Jin'an had found Yaoyao, the matter was no longer a secret.
That person would find out sooner or later.
Nie Daojun was unclear about Zhou Jin'an's methods, but he had seen what that person was capable of.
So, even if it meant sacrificing his own wretched life, he had to keep his lips sealed.
Zhou Jin'an's sleek face was tinged with intense cruelty; his thin lips pressed into a cold, merciless arc.
"If you can't speak, then write."
Once he spoke, he moved his slender legs toward the sofa and sat down in the shadows.
That overwhelming sense of oppression radiated outwards from him.
He sat there, legs crossed like a pair of scissors, stabbing straight into Nie Daojun's heart and lungs.
Yet, he found neither the door to death nor the path to survival.
