"Ling, you're wronging me. I only gave a suggestion, the ones who really killed your father were your uncle Ding Han and your dear mother Wei Ruqin. Your mother resented your father for only focusing on work and neglecting her; she and your uncle Ding Han had already been together for a long time. I just provided a time bomb. As for the rest, I didn't know anything." Saint Father David said, and then took a few steps closer.
"Don't come any closer," Ding Ling tried to draw the gun hidden on her body, but her hand lost control again.
"Ling, just like four years ago, you're trembling badly. Don't be scared, the person Saint Father cherishes the most is you. You can hug my neck and act spoiled like when you were little. Let Saint Father take a good look to see if you've changed over these past four years." He took a few more steps forward.
The door to the Prayer Room was violently pushed open, Lin Yong and Lu Xun among others barged in.
Xianxian and Lin Yi followed behind them.
