He Shiwen looked hatefully at the father she once considered her pillar, with nothing but intense hatred in her eyes.
She hated him!
Hated him for sacrificing her for his own gain, pushing her into the fires of hell!!
He Hua looked into her eyes filled with hatred and pursed his lips, "Don't do anything foolish anymore. I'll have a good talk with Yougang and make sure he won't hurt you again."
But not a single word of He Hua's did He Shiwen believe.
If he, as a father, had even a shred of concern, she wouldn't have ended up so miserable.
How desperate must one be to consider suicide; that's something He Hua would never understand.
He Ziyan walked to the fire escape, leaned against the wall, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a stick, placed it on his lips, and yet lingered long without lighting it.
Zhao Yougang's call connected.
"Ziyan, is your sister awake?" Zhao Yougang asked with concern.
