"You're my daughter. I didn't protect you, and I've let you down." Mr Zheng patted his daughter's head gently. He thought that he had let her down. Other fathers could protect their daughters, but he could not do anything.
Jiang Yao and Wen Xuehui's eyes reddened as they watched from the side. Even though Zheng Yi used to be a police officer, she had a delicate appearance—a little girl from the south. The makeup managed to hide the scars well if one did not look closely at her. Jiang Yao knew that the makeup industry would continue to develop new technologies, and with cosmetics like concealer, Zheng Yi would look like any other woman.
The results from Zheng Yi's treatment were even better than those from the laboratory. It was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise for Jiang Yao.