Zhao Qingqing was dead. She had died at the hands of her own father. Yes, Zhao Chengshan had personally strangled her.
After killing Zhao Qingqing, Zhao Chengshan collapsed to the ground, exhausted. He looked as wretched as a beaten dog, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Xiao, seeking approval like a dog waiting for its master to toss it a bone.
Lin Xiao's face remained expressionless. But he thought to himself that Su Qingning would be ecstatic to hear the news of Zhao Qingqing's death. The person who had tormented her had finally departed from this world.
"Mr. Lin, I... I killed my daughter. C-Can you spare me now?"
Lin Xiao laughed, a sinister sound that chilled the air.
"Spare you? That was the deal before Du Shaokun showed up!"
BOOM!
Zhao Chengshan stared at Lin Xiao, dumbfounded. He gazed fiercely at him, and suddenly, his eyes turned vicious.
"You bastard!" Zhao Chengshan bellowed. "I'll fight you to the death!"
