All those present fell silent.
The scene was so quiet that even the sound of one's breathing could be heard clearly.
Nangong Bingjiao's beautiful eyes suddenly filled with a row of crystal-clear tears, her delicate body trembling weakly as if her spirit had plummeted from Heaven to Hell. This invisible blow made Nangong Bing completely lose her support.
Having lost her mother at a young age, Nangong Bing had always relied on her father as her pillar of strength to live on.
Everything she did was simply to alleviate some of her father's burdens. In the short span of a year since taking over Tianyu, Nangong Bing had devoted almost all her energy to work, just to prove to her father that his daughter could succeed, and even do better.
But now, just as Tianyu was getting started, her father had already left.
She was a woman with an extremely fragile heart. Though she appeared cold and seemingly emotionless, she was actually warm-hearted on the inside.
