Jiang Ruolan was shocked and quickly turned around, looking at Jiang Guanyu, who was kneeling, in disbelief. He had already aged and had a few strands of white hair on his head. His sharp and frosty face carried the resolution of a soldier, but he was actually kneeling to his own daughter?
Jiang Ruolan's throat immediately became hoarse as she realized that she couldn't speak a single word.
"If you want my life, I will give it to you, Ruolan, let Bingqing go. We have just celebrated the new year and she is locked up in the Public Security Bureau. The weather there is quite cold and she is alone. Dad is begging you. After all, you two are sisters, please let the past be bygones. Since Zhan Lian and your mother-in-law are sisters, and since Zihao is Bingqing's cousin, please let her go. Dad is begging you."
