1052: C1052 Fatherly Love like a Mountain

C1052 Fatherly Love like a Mountain

Ding Mingming raised the knife in his hand and cut towards Hu Xiuhua's ear.

Lin Qing`er's tears almost dried up as she hurriedly shouted, "I'm willing! I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do! As long as you don't hurt my mother, I'm begging you!"

Hu Xiuhua was both shocked and terrified, and he was filled with extreme despair.

"Qing`er, no, absolutely not." Hu Xiuhua gazed deeply at his daughter, Lin Qing`er. He shook his head heavily.

Her daughter, Lin Qing`er, was only sixteen years old.

"Son, where are you?" Hu Xiuhua shouted to the sky, looking forward to her son Lin Fei's return.

"Lin Qing`er, wouldn't it have been fine if you agreed to me earlier?" Ding Mingming kept his shiny knife and walked quickly towards Lin Qing`er.

Lin Qing`er's beautiful face was deathly pale, completely devoid of blood.

The thought of what she was going to encounter made her want to die.

However, she could not die.

What about her parents?

Sometimes, there was too much helplessness in living in this world.

"Qing`er, rest assured that I will treat you well." Ding Ming licked his lips, his heart burning with passion.

Lin Ziyang, who was lying on the ground, used all his strength to throw himself at Ding Mingming's feet.

Next, he wrapped his scarred hands tightly around Ding Mingming's leg.

Because one of Ding Mingyang's legs was being held by Lin Ziyang.

This caused Ding Mingming to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"Qing`er, quickly run. Don't worry about me and your mother." Lin Ziyang lifted his head and looked at his daughter, Lin Qing`er, as he shouted with a hoarse voice.

"Old thing, let go of my leg." Ding Ming lowered his head and glared at Lin Ziyang as he roared fiercely.

At this moment, Ding Mingming's face was twisted. His eyes were blood-red, and they were filled with disgust.

In Ding's eyes, Lin Ziyang's scarred hands would wrap around one of his legs and dirty his pants.

It didn't matter if that old thing Lin Ziyang died.

But, even though that old thing Lin Ziyang messed up his pants, it was very important.

The pants he was wearing were imported from a foreign country and cost him a hundred thousand yuan.

As Ding Mingyang said this, not only did Lin Ziyang's hands not loosen their grip on Ding Mingyang's leg, but he even tightened his grip on it.

Ding Mingyang raised his foot and stomped heavily on Lin Ziyang's stomach.

"Ah!" Lin Ziyang was in so much pain that he wished he were dead.

But even so, his hands still had not loosened their grip on Ding Ming's leg.

"Dad!" Lin Qing`er shouted loudly.

At this moment, she finally understood what father's love was like a mountain.

Her two hands were tightly clasped together as the sharp nails dug into her palms.1

Immediately, blood flowed out from her palm.

However, she could actually feel even the slightest bit of pain.

"Qing`er, quickly run! Your mother and I are already old! So what if we die? You're still young!" Lin Ziyang found it difficult to speak.

Lin Fei's mother, Hu Xiuhua was heartbroken. Seeing her husband Lin Ziyang in such a miserable state, she couldn't help but tear up.

However, she admired her husband, Lin Ziyang.

At this moment, her husband, Lin Ziyang, was still wholeheartedly thinking about their daughter, Lin Qing`er.

"Dad, you and mom are still alive, your daughter is willing to do anything." Lin Qing'er quickly ran to her father, Lin Ziyang, and sobbed.

"What a filial child." Ding Ming stared at Lin Qing`er's slender figure as he complimented her with a smile.

Lin Ziyang pushed Lin Qing`er away, wanting to push her away.

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