It's him...
Editor: Caron_
Li Qiao Hong, who was seated next to him, had slightly greasy hair and wore an old grey dress. She looked very distressed and kept lowering her head to wipe her tears, "I really didn't expect that Han Xianyu was that kind of person. I actually personally delivered my daughter into the hands of that bastard…"
Both of them were just ordinary people at the lowest rung of society; they lived poorly, led tough lives, yet this happened to them. When they first appeared in the media, many expressed sympathy for what they went through and naturally, many more people cursed Han Xianyu.
In the apartment, Fei Yang watched as the couple shamelessly pretended to be pitiful. He was on the verge of exploding in anger. He couldn't imagine how Han Xianyu felt from watching this scene.
"Xianyu, are you alright…" Fei Yang asked worriedly.