Tang Huai smiled slightly at him: "I'm not La Qinyuan's daughter, but I am Tian Xixuan's daughter. If all her children must die, then you can kill me. If I die, you can live the rest of your life happily, so kill me, uncle."
Calling him uncle, Tang Huai felt inexplicably a bit sad.
She actually had an uncle, one who wanted to kill her.
Truly, same people, different fates. Look at Jiajia's uncle, then look at her own uncle—one's heaven, the other's earth apart.
Not only did Tang Huai feel sad, but Jiang Chunmei's eyes also welled up with tears.
They were the only blood relatives in this world, why must they kill each other?
The word uncle seemed like a hammer, fiercely pounding on Lkwok's heart.
Lkwok's pupils narrowed, his eyes filled with astonishment as he looked at Tang Huai: "You, called me uncle?!"
Tang Huai nodded slightly, her eyes dark and bright like stars in the night sky.
