It goes without saying what kind of position she holds in Qin Feimo's heart.
Feng Jinglei still had an impassive face, glancing at Yang Huayun, "That depends on what the matter is. You want me to go before him to plead for someone who killed my child. Do you think he would agree?"
Yang Huayun was taken aback, instantly rendered speechless.
"You should be grateful that he didn't demand your entire family to accompany this child in death; he only wants Feng Chenlu's life."
"But... but she's our only daughter..."
"And what about my child? My child didn't even get the chance to see the world before being strangled by your daughter. The kind of acute pain you now experience, how can you still have the nerve to ask me to forgive her?"
Feng Ronggui and Yang Huayun were both silent, no longer speaking.
Perhaps the truth is that blood truly is thicker than water. Seeing the two kneeling there in grief, Feng Jinglei felt her heart soften again the next second.
