"Qingxue, your father... Lin Xuangan, is dead!"
Hou Yuxiao noticed the hand Zhao Qingxue had on his shoulder tensed slightly and hurriedly corrected himself. From the time they set off, he hadn't seen Zhao Qingxue's face under the red yarn, but he was acutely aware that the moment he uttered Lin Xuangan's death, Zhao Qingxue's body had clearly stiffened.
No matter the grievances, he was still her father!
Moreover, judging by Lin Xuangan's final instruction to him, his love for Zhao Qingxue, his daughter, was absolutely profound.
Blood is thicker than water, after all; it must be hard on her heart.
Hou Yuxiao held Zhao Qingxue a bit tighter in his arms and sighed quietly.
Lin Xuangan was dead, but the two of them were still in danger.
