Wan Yulin's words moved Qin Tie. He was no longer so unyielding. His eyes flashed with anxiety. Although he was already sure that his daughter was dead, when he heard that Wan Yulin had found her, he still wanted to take a look.
"Where is she?"
"Men, bring her in."
Wan Yulin saw that this move was indeed effective. He leaned back in his chair with the dignity of an emperor.
Qin Tie looked at the door of the execution room with anticipation. His hands were tightly clenched, and he was excited and worried about his gains and losses.
Very soon, he heard the sound of footsteps at the door. Qin Tie's gaze became even more anxious. A slender young lady walked in from outside the door. Her eyebrows and eyes were all familiar. Qin Tie widened his eyes in disbelief.
How could this be? Wasn't his daughter already dead? Why would she appear here?
