At that time, who could have imagined that this brief encounter would doom Haohao to a fate from which there was no return?
Zhang Guoming hugged the child in his arms tightly, as if Haohao's delicate frame could give him limitless power and courage. He clenched his fists and slowly stood up.
"How should I do it, to be sure that person is the one?"
His voice low and hoarse, it carried a determination to stake everything, and he asked this question again. However, this time, the meaning was utterly different.
Lu Zefei sat quietly on the side and, upon hearing this, called out with concern, "Guoming?"
