"Dad, I want Ling Tianyu dead, he must die. I want him kneeling before me, begging for mercy. You must avenge me." Duan Bingbing gripped her waist, seething with resentment.
Ling Tianyu had almost taken her life; revenge was necessary. She had thought about asking Grandpa for help, but she had been too ashamed to speak up, deciding it would be better to let her father handle it.
After all, the matter couldn't just be dropped without giving her some resolution.
Duan Yanyun looked at his daughter and shook his head; he wouldn't take her word for it alone. While she might be his girl, he knew all too well her temperamental nature—very dominant.