1787: Miss Ding

Miss Ding

Ding Yuejia was still young. He could not understand what Mo Tian meant. However, Le Tian understood and she was aghast—horribly aghast.0

How insane must this man be to do something like that?

Then, there were the children—the children that he stowed in the corner were no different from them.

"Madman." Le Tian's lips quivered as she hugged Ding Yuejia tightly. Other than this word, she could not come up with anything else. Or rather, there were no words that could describe her feelings for this man.

Insidious, vicious, or despicable. No, none of them was enough.

Mo Tian stood up, and his empty right sleeve naturally swayed in the air. It was as though the same emptiness filled the cavity where his heart was supposed to be, too.

"Master, Gu Juexi is on the highway. He's a hundred kilometers away from the villa," the person outside said again.

Mo Tian turned around to look at the person who entered the room. After replying with a nod, he turned back to look at Le Tian. "The show will begin very soon. You will soon see what a red flower in the sky looks like."

As Le Tian watched Mo Tian leave, she was completely enshrouded in fear. When had she experienced such fear in the past twenty years?

The passing time started to suffocate her. Even every passing second felt like someone was slicing time in the air.

In the hospital, if Ding Junhui did not pin Ding Junqi down, he would have run out of the hospital without a care for his wounds.

"Brother, calm down. We're still looking. The police are also investigating your car accident. We'll receive news soon," Ding Junhui said in a low voice as he held Ding Junqi down.

"How am I supposed to calm down now? It's been a few hours, and there's still no news. Who knows what they're up to?" Ding Junqi yelled angrily, but his body was held under Ding Junhui's restriction.

After Ding Junqi finished shouting, several men in black pushed the door open.

The two turned to look at the door at the same time. The six men spread out evenly on either side of the door. Ding Junhui straightened up and looked at the man who appeared last.

"Mr. Ding, please come with us," the man said as he raised his hand, ordering his men to capture the two men.

Ding Junhui stood directly in front of Ding Junqi. "Who are you people?"

"Miss Ding has offended our master, so please come with us. Mrs. Ding and Master Ding are already waiting for you."

"You…" Ding Junhui blocked the people who were approaching them. Unfortunately, he was a scholar. How could he be a match for them? Therefore, Ding Junhui was restricted by two men almost immediately.

"Miss Ding?" Ding Junqi pressed one hand on the side of the bed, trying his best to maintain his balance. "You know where my younger sister is?"

Younger sister?

Hearing the mention of their younger sister, Ding Junhui, who was being held down, suddenly raised his head and looked at the person at the door. Did they mean the younger sister who they had been looking for since more than twenty years ago?

"You'll find out when you leave with us, Mr. Ding," the man said as he asked someone to remove the needle from Ding Junqi's body.

"Brother—"

Ding Junqi raised his hand to stop him from speaking. The two people who wanted to restrain him became his walking sticks instead. Ding Junqi relied on their strength to stand up straight. "So, you're the one who took my son too?"

"Of course. Master likes a good family reunion, after all," the man answered and turned around to leave.

Mo Tian was such a person. He was good at brainwashing people because he was adept at understanding human nature. More importantly, he was even more adept at torturing people.

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