"Brother, I—"
Zhao Teng stopped Zhao Wei instantly. "I know you love Jing'er like your own daughter, but she's dead now, and her death was that bastard Tang Ye's fault. Unfortunately, he's also dead now, so I can't do anything to him. His blood flows within Tang Yin's body, and she is the last person in his lineage, so she must bear the consequences of her father's mistakes."
Zhao Wei let out a heavy sigh, listening to Zhao Teng's words. "I'm sorry, but I have to refuse your orders. Tang Yin may be Tang Ye's daughter, but she didn't do anything wrong, and Jing'er's death wasn't his fault. On the contrary, you should blame Ouyang Hong because he was one of the perpetrators who did that cruel thing to her, but you chose to ignore all those facts because you were too afraid of him, and you would rather cooperate with him because he could bring you wealth."
