Old Qi, seething with anger, grabbed Leng Liewei. Just as his fist was about to land on Leng Liewei's face, Qi Hui hurriedly interjected, "Dad, don't hit Old Leng, don't hit him!"
Old Qi looked at his anxious daughter and reluctantly let go of Leng Liewei. "He's treated you like this, why are you still defending him?"
Qi Hui lowered her eyes, her face filled with sorrow. "There's nothing I can do. In this lifetime, he's the only man for me. Now, I even have a child with him, what can I do?"
Qi Hui appeared pitiful, and coupled with her earlier defense of him, Leng Liewei felt a stir of emotion in his heart.
Old Qi sighed. He wondered if he had committed some sins in a past life, and now all the retribution was falling upon his daughter. Why was she so devotedly attached to an old man like Leng Liewei, who could be her father?
