She didn't want to waste her breath, so she simply smiled at Liang Qiuye: "You saw with your own eyes how she treated me just now. If today I incited others to kidnap her, and deliberately left her there alone, what would you think? Would you accuse me? You'd probably let me rot in jail forever!"
Liang Qiuye was speechless for a long time, stammering and unable to form a response.
"You see, unless the whip strikes your own body, you don't know the pain. You'd better take good care of your daughter! As for Lin Zhou—"
She turned her head and glanced at Lin Zhou.
"Who Lin Zhou likes or doesn't like is his own choice. Your daughter taking out her anger on me, as her father, don't you find that a bit ridiculous?"
Her words left no room for Liang Qiuye.
Lin Zhou couldn't help but be stunned, staring at her blankly. This composed and fearless demeanor was exactly Tian Xin. His heart ached, once again filled with unbearable regret for letting her go.
