The extreme resentment, once scorched by Black Fire, could turn into boundless hatred.
Han Fei pondered whether he should feel happy or afraid if Xu Qin became hatred because of him.
With each repeated call of 'Dad' from Fu Yi, Han Fei clasped his chest, his body stiffening. Even thirty-two points of Physical Strength couldn't support him standing tall.
"Dad, is it hard working here? I won't cause you any trouble."
From birth, Fu Yi followed her mother, and her impression of her father remained only in photographs. She had seen many fathers of other children and often fantasized about what her own father was like.
Then, that day came when she was saved by her father from the balcony.
The arrival of Han Fei was as if all her beautiful fantasies had turned into reality.
Looking at Fu Yi tenderly, Han Fei was about to say something when he heard the sound of high heels clacking against the floor in the corridor.
