Ye Yide watched helplessly as his adopted daughter swaggered off in front of him, and there was nothing he could do. Listening to her threats, how could he not be furious inside?
But for the moment he had no way out. He knew the adopted daughter had already lost control, and years of scheming had gone up in smoke. The pain in his heart was beyond words, but he had no intention of letting her off just like that.
Given Ye Qiu's intelligence, how could she not know what was going on in Ye Yide's mind? She was just waiting—waiting for the moment he actually made a move.
Night is when every city is at its most excited and most desolate. Countless men and women are drunk on wine and vanity, while others, with nowhere to go, wander in the dark, lonely corners.
"Here's five hundred. Once it's done I'll give you another thousand." Ye Yide said in a low voice to the person hidden in the darkness.
