Nangong Meng felt as if ten thousand knives were stabbing her heart upon hearing her father's words. She did not understand why, being usually optimistic, she felt such heartache now.
Her father claimed to love her, to like her, but his actions showed that he truly didn't love her at all.
At that moment, Nangong Meng felt that her father was not as interesting as that despicable man. Thinking this, she turned her gaze to Li Xiaoqiang.
She saw Li Xiaoqiang with his eyes closed, unconscious. For some reason, her heart ached a little— this despicable man, although not good to her, was sometimes really amusing.
He could make her smile with a mix of anger and covert pleasure.
Nangong Meng stared at Nangong Tian and asked, "Father, do you really want to do this?"
Nangong Tian nodded and said, "Meng'er, your father is doing this for your own good. Just agree to my request, and I will save his friends."
Nangong Meng fell silent.
