Ling Feng suddenly felt a bit desperate. Sorry, Dad, sorry, big sister, he had promised to make a strong effort, but it was a pity that everything ended before it even began.
He was the only son of the Ling Family, his death meant the end of the Ling family line. Even going to the Netherworld, he would have no face to meet his father.
His biggest regret was that he had not avenged his father's death, and that bastard Cao Yujie was still alive.
How he wished it was that bastard Cao Yujie he had killed; in that case, it would all be over, death would mean nothing, and he would have no regrets.
What a cruel twist of fate, everything was too late.
Handcuffed, Ling Feng held his head with both hands, rubbing it constantly, his eyes shut in agony, wanting to scream out loud but not daring to.
