Everyone around had yet to leave, as though affected by the atmosphere. Everyone felt sorry for the girl that had passed away.
A mistake in life that led to a swap, leading to such a tragic end.
After an unknown period of time, Yun Huan suddenly stood up with Qin Yi, a hint of green in his black eyes. The pair of peach blossom eyes were cold and sharp, like a demonic monarch that had risen up from hell.
Qin Mian blocked him, demanding, "Where are you taking her? She is my daughter." The tough, high-spirited, middle-aged man mourned for his daughter. He had aged, no longer putting on the airs of the young Qin Mian.
Yun Huan replied coldly with an archaic voice, "But she hates you all. You don't have the qualifications."
Although she hated him too…
Those words were enough for Qin Mian to fall onto the ground.