After hearing Qiu Yingrong's words, the old man's smile grew even more pronounced, but his tone was full of mockery: "Miss Qiu, do you think that's possible? You and your daughter are the perfect pawns in this plan. Without you, without your daughter, this play can't go on."
At this point, the old man's once-placid expression suddenly filled with murderous intent, and his tone became cold: "Miss Qiu, I'll give you three seconds to decide: either do as I say, or I'll do it myself. But then, I can't guarantee your daughter will remain unharmed."
Upon hearing the old man's words, Qiu Yingrong instinctively stepped back several paces, like a lioness protecting her cub, spreading her arms to shield Lingling behind her.
Seeing Qiu Yingrong's actions, the old man snorted heavily, striding towards Qiu Yingrong, reaching out to grab her throat.
"Whish!"
