Kapitel 1787: Miss Ding

Ding Yuejia was still young. He could not understand what Mo Tian meant. However, Le Tian understood and she was aghast—horribly aghast.

How insane must this man be to do something like that?

Then, there were the children—the children that he stowed in the corner were no different from them.

"Madman." Le Tian's lips quivered as she hugged Ding Yuejia tightly. Other than this word, she could not come up with anything else. Or rather, there were no words that could describe her feelings for this man.

Insidious, vicious, or despicable. No, none of them was enough.

Mo Tian stood up, and his empty right sleeve naturally swayed in the air. It was as though the same emptiness filled the cavity where his heart was supposed to be, too.

"Master, Gu Juexi is on the highway. He's a hundred kilometers away from the villa," the person outside said again.