The hands holding the letter in Qin De's hands trembled slightly, and his facial expression changed several times within a moment.
"Father, what has happened to Little Yu? What exactly does this letter say?" Qin Zheng asked anxiously, his face full of urgency. At this moment, Qin Zheng also had a bad premonition, especially after seeing Qin De's expression.
The muscles on Qin De's face trembled slightly, and his eyes reddened in an instant. Then he took a deep breath, his chest heaving as if he were drawing air through a bellows, trying hard to suppress the surging emotions inside him. He had to endure.
"Yu'er."
Qin De's eyes moistened as he handed the letter to Qin Zheng.
"Yu'er, how should your father treat you?" Qin De looked up at the sky, a look of regret on his face, "Father has failed you. Yet you have helped me time and time again, risking your life to the point of mutual destruction with others for me. And now, at this moment, you are..."