The night was deep, and a battle against conspiracy had just ended. Tang Qingxue and Long Linger walked out hand in hand.
Both of them wore satisfied smiles on their faces.
"Lingling, today was really thrilling. I thought I was doomed for sure," Tang Qingxue said, shaking her head with a smile, but there was still lingering fear in her eyes.
Long Linger thought for a moment and said, "Qingxue, you're still too weak. Actually, at that moment, you didn't need to protect your father. It was clear he didn't care about you that much."
