Looking at the seven-year-old girl in front of him, Mo Lin's head buzzed.
A vast amount of information surged forth.
Was this the reason Huang Shang was so reluctant to die earlier?
This was why Huang Shang feared death.
She had a daughter?
Parasite?
Adopted?
She couldn't have given birth to her own daughter, right?
"Thump! Thump!"
At this moment, Mo Lin could even clearly feel the sound of his own heartbeat.
The little girl cried as she looked at Mo Lin, tightly clutching the yellow bead.
She stared at Mo Lin.
Mo Lin grabbed the girl's collar with his right hand and lifted her up.
The girl was so light that Mo Lin lifted her up effortlessly.
"Do you want to kill me?" The girl felt Mo Lin's murderous intent and asked.
Yes, Mo Lin indeed had the intention to kill.
Eliminate the roots.
Moreover, the opposing party was Huang Shang's daughter.
"My mother offended you, but I never offended you.
Why do you want to kill me?"
