Sometimes, Ye Tian really felt that he should be more ruthless, just like Zhang Xiayang or Liu Ping. A bit more cruelty might have spared him many troubles. Looking at the child in front of him, the same age as Shen Jingwei, Ye Tian didn't know what to do with this child. Killing her would perhaps be the simplest and quickest solution, but his damned kindness started to nag at him from the bottom of his heart.
"Liu Ping's daughter?"
Xu Qingyang nodded, "Her name is Liu Ling, Liu Ping's biological daughter. She's fifteen."
Ye Tian, of course, understood what Xu Qingyang implied by stressing that the girl was fifteen. Fifteen, not five, she had already begun to understand the world, and would certainly know that the man standing before her was the one who killed her father. Perhaps, at this moment, she was already plotting revenge.
