Ding Long stood still, his hands barely visibly trembling.
He kept confirming whether he had misheard just now. Did the person on the phone tell him that his daughter was already dead?
He recalled, when that man was speaking, wasn't there always Ding Jinshi's pained voice over the phone, that cry, so tragic, so heartbreaking, even on the night Lan Li and Ding Jinshi parted, he had never seen Ding Jinshi cry in such a way that broke his heart.
"Where's Ding Jinshi?" Lan Li's nerves were stretched tight.
"Wu Village, I have to go to Wu Village." Ding Long directly handed the child in his arms to his assistant, then threw his gun onto the ground, raising his hands towards the sky, his voice slightly hoarse, "I surrender. Before you capture me, please take me to Wu Village to find Jinshi and my daughter. They are in danger."
