บท 1914: Acting Pitiful

"Qiao Zijin is my daughter. If she could live, would I want her to die? You can go and settle this matter yourselves."

Ding Jiayi could neither laugh nor cry. "Where is the real estate certificate of the quad? Hand it over to me quickly. Once I have it, I can make the call." They were going round and round. Why couldn't Old Qiao still understand?