Ning Qing is dead (1:

“……”

Yan Sichen's face darkened.

At noon, father ning walked back from the bridge, each step heavier than the last.

He walked up to Mr. Nian, a middle-aged man who had finally gotten his daughter back. But in less than a year, he had lost her again.

Mr. Nian, please respect the truth.

Nian Junting looked at him.

"All these years, no one knows better than us whether it's my daughter who has been chasing after your son or him who has been pestering my daughter."

Nian Junting's face darkened.

Mr. Ning's aura spread out. He looked at the man in front of him fearlessly, with hatred and grief for his family, as well as love and guilt for his daughter.

"The Nian family is a big family, but even if Qingqing has forgotten what happened back then, do you think we, as her parents, will forget? If it wasn't for your son, we wouldn't have lost Hanqing, and I wouldn't have to lose my second daughter again!"