"Back then, the person who plotted to take our daughter away was not our family's political enemy, but your mother." Qu Yaobing stared into his wife Murong Ying's eyes and enunciated each word clearly.
When Murong Ying heard Qu Yaobing's words, she took two steps back. If it wasn't for Qu Yaobing, who shot forward and hugged her waist, she wouldn't have been able to stand and would have fallen to the ground. "How is this possible?"
