C1319 Is It Worse than Who?

Ji Shangqing was like a statue, sitting on the floor. The notebook in his hand was tightly held in his palm, and his shape had changed. He had never thought that his father would be so cold-blooded. He had killed his daughter who had raised her. If he was not his biological son, would he end up like his sister and not even know how he died?

Thinking about the day Ji Yunning was buried