Yun Shifei made a soft sound: "Dad, don't worry, it's nothing."
"But I've heard he almost beat Zhao Haishuang to death."
Yun Tiancheng knew Zhao Haishuang deserved it, but still, if it were him, he would never have thought of using such a cold-blooded method to beat someone to death.
He could kill Zhao Haishuang today, and if Shi Fei angered him tomorrow, wouldn't he also beat Shi Fei to death?
Yun Shifei lowered her gaze. She understood that Yun Tiancheng's concern wasn't entirely unwarranted.
Yet, she still replied, "Dad, rest assured, he won't do that to me."
She believed Cheng Lie wasn't that kind of person, and besides, she wouldn't provoke Cheng Lie the way Zhao Haishuang did.
However, she hadn't yet realized that the events of the past had become an impassable obstacle for Cheng Lie.
Late at night, Cheng Lie lay on the hospital bed, listening to the news Zhao Pan was delivering.
Zhao Pan entered holding a thick file folder.
